Lord Herman was still wrapping his head around the whole being fired issue with the king. Instead of going back home he had sought a way to relieve his stress in tavern. It was midmorning, second day in a row he was drinking wine, passing out and then drinking again. The tavern was located in the southern side of the kingdom, they rarely knew what was happening in the capital and if they knew they rarely cared. It was the fun side of the kingdom.
The locals there had alienated themselves from the kingdom. It was like they had their own little kingdom led by the Byron the drunkard. The last bit was because he never lacked wine in his wineskin. He was a wet sponge. Stories would tell that, just like fish needed water to survive he needed wine. In a few years from then they would have compar
