Reintroduction of a character I’m sure you all wanted to see again. @Kung will be acting one of the characters in the story.
Business was good as usual this Friday evening. The streets of Maruba didn’t have their usual bustle, but many were retiring after a hard day’s work, many of which made it to the Copper Inn for a cold drink. Their host, tovarich Marelli had his hands full tonight, and was busy taking orders, preparing various fancy concoctions, and talking to the customers at the bar as he scrubbed it down with a expensive looking embroidered washcloth.
“Tashenka! Another round of shots for the gentlemen in the back corner table!” Marelli bellowed with his usual jingling tone. A blonde Roklavian girl outfitted with a serving apron nodded and began filling shots of vodka on a tray and proceeded to carry it away. Flipping a gold coin in the air and catching it in his fist, Marelli stuck it in the pocket of his worn cotton apron and poured another glass of wine on the counter, sliding it across to his customer. He turned his head around looking for one of his employees. “Vladik, were is that kebab order? Mister Blyznik has been waiting for half an hour!”
“Two minutes chief!”" Vladik’s voice sounded from the kitchen.
The barmaid Natalia made her way to the back of the tavern, holding the tray of shots above her head to avoid tipping it on anybody.
The front doors swung open and another group of people flooded into the inn. Marelli looked lively as he prepared for another onslaught of “Grade A” customer service. One of the men that entered staggered towards the counter, obviously quite tipsy. He wore a wide-brimmed leather hat that somewhat obscured his face, and from beneath his hat flowed a wild, unkempt beard with streaks of white. He crashed into a stool, knocking it over clumsily, and just as clumsily he righted it and plopped himself down. He reached into his coat, pulled out a handful of shiny gold coins marked with the Queen’s emblem, and tossed them onto the counter. They landed in front of Marelli with a jingling clatter.
“Vodka…bottle. Arhhhmmm…now blyat.” He stumbled with his own speech, and Marelli barely made out what he said. The innkeeper smiled.
“Ey friend, you need to go home and get some sleep.”
The stranger got angry. “Nyet tvoyu mayt! Vodka! Now!” He looked up, glaring at Marelli. Upon seeing the man’s face, Marelli’s mood changed from annoyance to pleasant surprise.
“Why Capitan, it’s you!” He grabbed the drunk man’s hand and shook it vigorously, almost causing him to fall over. The stranger was bewildered and confused as he stared with a questioning look at Marelli’s face.
“It’s me, Marelli! How could you not remember me Capitan Moroztsev?”
“I…I…can’t remember…” Being interrogated made the the drunk Roklavian sea captain very confused.
Marelli knew what to do. “Natasha! Come here!” He beckoned the lass to the counter. “Take my esteemed guest here, Capitan Vadim to the corner table over there by the window. I’ll prepare some herbal ‘tea’ to help him regain his senses.”