{"id":145,"date":"2024-01-25T15:55:28","date_gmt":"2024-01-25T15:55:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/?p=145"},"modified":"2024-01-25T19:32:21","modified_gmt":"2024-01-25T19:32:21","slug":"bring-us-another-round","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/2024\/01\/25\/bring-us-another-round\/","title":{"rendered":"Bring Us Another Round!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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\u201cGeorgia, bring us another round, will you? Our mouths are beginning to feel gritty like we were stranded in the sand flats without a drop of water in sight.\u201d Georgia looked towards the caller. A man of middle age, often found at the same table with the same group of friends each night at the end.
She responded back, \u201cI\u2019ll get you a round soon enough. Let\u2019s hope your breath doesn\u2019t smell as bad as the carcasses rotting under those hot desert suns of the sand flats.\u201d The caller responded, \u201cOh, you\u2019re full of funny today aren\u2019t you!\u201d She called back as she filled the mugs up with more ale for the group of them to drink. \u201cMore truth in it then the lies your table circulates everyday around here.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of the parties at the table, a younger man with long braided hair joked to the group, \u201cWhat\u2019s she knows about truth. You\u2019d think she\u2019s got a standoff understanding of it the way she criticizes us.\u201d Another older member of their group spoke out and said, \u201cCareful now, remember who your talking to.\u201d The younger man said, \u201cshe just a girl, what\u2019s there to be worried about? You think she could do something about me, Ha!\u201d He then swirled the last of his ale around in the bottom of the glass. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The older man responded, \u201cGet her mad enough and you\u2019ll find out what a tiger she can be. She also carries fangs in the form of those long knives she keeps strapped to her at the top of her calf high boots. I\u2019ve seen her use those before and she knows how to make them bite.\u201d The younger man then said, \u201cAlright, I\u2019ll leave her alone.\u201d He paused a moment then said, \u201cDon\u2019t she know though that the truth is what you can get people to believe in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The rest of them at the table chimed in and said, \u201cYeah, that\u2019s right, we all know that it\u2019s easy enough to bend the facts. A little bit here or there and you can get what people thought they believed into something you want them to.\u201d The table broke out in a chorus of laughter. Despite their teasing banter, Georgia held her own against the group, her wit just as sharp as their tongues. Those that knew her well enough because they frequented the inn, knew she was not a stranger to knowing the truth of things, even when others attempted to hide it.Perhaps it was her experience as an innkeeper\u2019s daughter – a lifetime spent listening to the stories of countless travelers passing through, learning how to separate the myths from the truths. It appears she had an ability to recognize the latter no matter how masterfully disguised, much to the amusement or dismay of those around her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the evening progressed, the inn\u2019s common room filled with the typical patrons: weary travelers, local
farmers, and craftsmen enjoying their night off. The flickering warmth of a roaring fire mixed with muted chatter, laughter, and occasionally, the raised voice of a bartering dispute. The air was heavy with the aroma of stew, fresh bread, and a tinge of tobacco smoke. It was a comforting cacophony that made any visitor feel welcome and at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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