Favors Requested (Otherwise Untitled)
#124 of Short Stories
Friends meet in a bar, and discuss matters that need doing.
~ The local priest of the forge, a fox who's robes and fur were peppered with the tiny spots where embers had landed, settled down into his seat in the tavern. Wisps of steam rose from the ceramic mug clung amongst his remaining fingers. He yipped friendily to the badger who had entered, "Hoy! I'ver here."
~ The badger slipped over to the bar, finding a certain urgency to establishing the specifics of his drink order before striding over to join the fox. "Aha! As expected.", grinning down to the priest's drink as he slipped into the booth seat. "You cling to that stuff like it's a sacrament."
~ The priest admitted, with a soft chuckle, "I'm just glad that Ms. Clancer managed to get a good crop if it from her garden.", taking a sip of the coffee.
~ A bit of joviality settling way for calm, the badger's hands came to rest of the table as he admitted, "Yeah. The old wall down by the mill? A tree fell through it, last week."
~ The heavy mug of fizzing drink arrived to the table, the badger sliding over payment for both of their drinks to the waitstaff, "Any chance you could come over tomorrow and help with settling the stones back into place?"
~ When the fox had finished another long sip and recollection of his schedule, "Not a problem; I can work the ingots in the morning and the forgings the day after. I'll bring some of those pies Garth makes, for lunch."
~ The badger replied with a gurgling of gratitude, suffering no sharp interruptions to emptying his mug.