Literature
NeOlympus - Blood Brothers
There was the smell of liquor and sweat in the air. Also filling the thick, heavy atmosphere was laughter, a dozen conversations, and soft but jaunty harpsichord music. The ambiance brought a grin to the scarred soldier's lips as he poured his drink between them. The bartender lowered a glass she had finished wiping down just as his emptied tankard was set aside. Then, glancing at the scarred soldier, she stepped in his direction and placed a hand on the polished horn handle. "Need another?" Nodding, the soldier bit his lower lip. "Coming right up," she said, taking the tankard with her as she strolled away. "Red Barrel mead, right?" The soldier kept biting his lip as he nodded, chuckling to himself as he turned on his stool and propped an elbow and forearm on the bar. Taking stock of the many soldiers and mercenaries that frequented the place, the scarred soldier saw he chose the right place for his drink. He had seen garrisons with fewer soldiers than this establishment.
