in Utah
April 21st, 2005
Prologue (continued)
"Okay, sir, let me get your the horses" said Yuilog, beginning to figure out that this man was not menacing at all. He walked slowly towards the door to the stables, unlatched the door, opened it, and suddenly withdrew (With force enough to cut, and almost clave the door)from behind it a katana of short and flimsy steel. All the old wandering man did, was smile. He almost broke a chuckle but acted as if could give him some illness if he did. "You wish to fight me with that?" said the stranger in a jolly way.
"Yes, I do" said Yuilog matter-of-factly.
"Really..interesting"
"Come on now, I won't let you take my clients horses, so put up your knife, katana, or any other instrument of combat you have on ya!"
The stranger gave the bartender a questioning look. Then it swiftly turned to a powdery sarcasm, and he asked.
"How much experience do you have in that thing?" (Now loosing his gruffness).
(Really sorry got to add more later I was interrupted)
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