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The city of Lamolrian was busy as ever.The streets filled with people going to each shop, or the shop workers going on their normal day servicing their costumers. Inside of a tavern called 'The Laughing Mug' was no different. People of the town or just passing through, came in and out of the alcohol, potions, and machine shop. As usually, the table were mainly filled with older men either reaching the end of their prime or already passed it, then you got your married men that were looking for a few hours from their nagging wives and noisey children, some of the more masculine energy women that could hold their drinks and dish out their fair share of tavern comcial insults, and a few "kids" that finally reached the legal drinking age and discoving the joys and soon the curse of alcohol. The tavern was filled with the smell of drinks, roasted meat, yeast from bread, a touch of oil, and the odd mixture of various of potions being mix the back.

Normally, converstaions vary from day-to-day but since the pass month or some, it seems like peope can't tear away from the huge news of the five princes and princess going to engaged and a rumored sixth prince. Since news got around about the royal engagements, people of Lamolrian can't shut up about it. But in the way, who their princess is going to be engaged to will affect them in some way. So, converstaions were mainly about how they were going to do the engagements and what might change after they get married. Like will any of their laws change due to their princesses being married one of the princes and change to suite his passed culture, or will they have to look for a new heir since their princess moving to another kingdom? Naturally, you got people that will say all the "pros" and how things will improve for them. Then you got the people listing all the "cons" and how things will negatively change their average lives.

One of the few people that has no opinion on this matter had his back against one of the whine barrels in the basement of the tavern, sleeping with his droppy hat covering the top half of his face and even his sunglasses. Sado was snoring his worries away while hiding from his old man and his grandfather, who were probably switching from serving the costumers to hunting their lazy future owner of the tavern down. It wasn't long before the basement door opened from the top of the stone stair case and the sound of heavy footsteps bounced off the stone walls and didn't stop until they reached the barral that Sado was sneaking a little cat nap behind.

"SAAADOOOO! What the hell are you doing sleeping while you should be upstairs helping out serve drinks!" Yelled a large, tan skinned, short black haired man with slit eyes and wearing glasses. Buck's face shown some evidense of his age from some wringles under his eyes and the corner of his mouth. The wiskers on his chin didn't help to make him look any younger.

The peacefully sleeping Sado did wake from his slumber, but didn't jump from the surprise from the shouting of his father like most would. After a couple of decades of being yelled at, lod noises really didn't surprise you no matter how deep in sleep you were. So, Sado acted like he didn't hear his old man's question/order and kept still and tried to get a few more minutes of his nap.... To bad Buck had other plans. When Sado looked like he was ignoring him, which he was, Buck's right fist made contact with the top of his son's head.

"YEOUCH!" The 'reply' came from the lazy man as his sunglasses fell to the ground and Sado rubbing the spot of the head that was punched. "You didn't have to go on and use full force on your only son, Pa." Sado replied as he set his odd hate back to it's usual spot on his orange head and picked up his shades and put them on, but lowere than most people, with a lazy grin of his face followed by a light hearted chuckle.

While most people would think that the tall, odd, orange haired man was mocking them with his easy-going attitude, those who sadly know him knew he was simplely laughing it off. No use making a fuss of what's already in the past, is one of Sado's little mottos that he lives by. Even though it happen just moments before, it's the past- it can't be changed. so why bother and move on to your day with an upbeat attitude.... Just as long it doesn't involve any work like Buck was suggesting.

"It's high time you got your act together, Sado! I mean you're as lazy as the homeless drunk that looks in out garbage for scrapes for his dinner because he's too damn lazy to get a job! The Laughing Mug is going to get passed down to you as my dad did for me and his old man did for him, and I'll eat my own shoes before I see you riun this place," Buck complained as he grabbed his son's left ear and started to drag him up the stairs.

The two of them were met at the top of the stairs by Prysala, Sado's mother, who for once had a serious expression on her face with a slight mixture of surpise, curiousity, and confusion. When she normally had a sweet simle with somewhat dark intentions underneath. The sight of his wife looking strange cause buck to stop dragging their 21 year old son by his ear like a little brat and stopped in his traces. Before either of the men could ask what was going on, the drak organed haired woman answered before them.

"There's a special guest to visit our Sado all the way from Galanor. I'm pretty sure his said his name was Badic, but anyway he's waiting for Sado at one of the back tables where we usually keep free for newly weds and other local VIPs." She answered as she lead the confused dou to the table she was taking about. Sitting there was a dark elf that looked some years younger than Buck that was wearing an emotionless mask, not giving anything about his visit away, and Sado's granddad, Gothar, who looked like he was trying to entertain their unusal guest but was failing at it. Gothar stopped telling whatever story that he was in the middle of telling with sado walked up.

"Aw, there's my grandson now. Well, you did say you wanted to talk with him alone and all. so this old man will buzz off now!" Gothar said with a drin as he quickly got up and directed Buck and Prysala away from the table and to a near by counter and looked busy preparing more drinks. While in reality, the three of them were trying to overheard about what Badic exactly wanted with their no good Sado who has no clue what work means.

Badic turned his attention to Sado once he sat down. "So... What's up, elf dude?" Sado asked. 'Elf dude' looked more than a little displeased by the new nickname. "Mr. Oxbaren, please refer me as Asistant Pharalnup or simply Babic," the dark elf corrected. "No problem, elf dude- Uh, Badic."

Badic then explained about how the princes and princesses of the six kingdoms were going to gather at Galanor in three days, and how shocking that they were going to be engaged to commoners. Which Sado was one of the 'lucky' commoners.

"WHAT?!" The surprised three shouts came from Sado's family that had their heads up from their little 'busy' circle, not believing what they just heard. Causing everyone that was near them, including Sado and Badic, turned to stare questionably at the trio. Then they looked embarrased and quickly turned to their fake tasks, waiting for Badic to leave so they could question Sado more of this topic.

Sado was speechless at the news, which is rare of him since he seems to always have something to say or at least laugh about it. Sure the news of commoners marrying royality was shocking enough, but couldn't the High King choose someone as lazy and unmotivated as him. He was one of the last guys that anyone would expect to run a tavern and unthinkable a whole kingdom.

"Are you sure you don't happen to got the wrong guy? I'm not sure you noticed, elf du- uh Badic, but isn't there someone um more fit for the job?" Sado asked, still not fully believing what he was hearing.

Badic stared, minorly glared, at Sado as he fell silent since he couldn't think of an arguement. With some of the commoners chosen, even he questioned the High King's right of mine. Sado was no different. Well, at least the man in front of him would be easy to convince to come without force. "You would never have to work again," the dark elf said, stirring the converstaion so it can end.

"I'm in!" Sado happly agreed without hesistation.