Chapter 62: Share A Word

The grounds were all filled with noises of gratitude and pure happiness. The walls of the tavern were all restored with torches, having yellow bright flames lit up inside. The night was tranquil knowing it was just yesterday when their ears were replenished by unpleasant clangors and wreckage. Now, these men are having the best times of their life and no one could ever withstand the joy they were all feeling. The breeze entered the tavern, touching all the faces of these soldiers as they cheer on their booze and other sorts of drinks. "Ah, thank you," Theon said to the lady who brought him a drink. He cleared his throat and looked at the bottle of liquor. He slowly sniffed it and the smell did not suit his taste at all, he looked a bit in between disgusted or sick. His gaze turned to his left and saw how Ambroz drank a jugful of it. He widened his eyes. Ambroz placed the bottle on the table and looked at Theon who was looking at him in disbelief; mouth in awe. That's why he