The Tavern Visitor.
There once was a tavern high in the Simpson desert. It was home to many Golden eagles. And it wasn’t just a tavern. There was a hotel, a church, and the tavern itself. The citzens would go to the tavern to drink. The soldiers would come to the hotel to rest, and the priests would come to the church to pray. There seemed to be classes of the eagles. Being, citizens, soldiers, priests and citizens. And then there was Falcus. He wasn’t really a soldier, but he hung out with the army and fought for what he believed. Today was like any other day. He was lounging at his ex-girlfriend’s house. He would sit on the porch. Sometimes he would fall asleep. But he would sit there with a gun. And one morning when he was asleep in that chair, he heard a great booming noise coming from not too far off. And when he woke up to see just what that noise was coming from, he realized he had a reason to use that pistol.
