Run away from the job
Your gut feeling tells you to get out of the situation, and your brother couldn’t agree more as you two packed up every piece of salvageable lab equipment and took off with your sibling. Heading up the road past the back of your kingdom, you both ran into the desolate surroundings, which quickly gave way to a vast desert clearing. With no other shade in sight, the two of you were forced to press on as your dusty black paws slid through the endless sea of loose sands.
Before long the two of you come across a small stretch of land containing a few small sedentary settlements. You both burst through the front door of an inn; surrounding yourself with other drunken players, the unease is shared through your sibling bond. Though confident enough with each other that no harm will be done, your calculated mind wanted to remain cautious.
You and your brother talked to the bar keeper the entire night, striking a fancy cord with him. As a charismatic salesperson duo, it was easy to have him wrapped around your finger with the previous work experience you’ve attained. That night when you and your brother were sleeping in the motel, the bar keeper approached you both with an amazing job opportunity.
“I have some work I need to take care of, will be out of town for a while” he said modestly. You and your brother exchange a quick glance, before he takes the lead.
“What are you asking of us?” he says with confidence.
“And what do we get out of it?” You continued.
“I need someone to take over the bar during that time, maybe even long after.” both of your eyes lit up. “And in return you can own part of the value that comes back with this job… If that is, my second job isn’t enough to make a living… And hah!” He looks to the ground. “I doubt that.” in a quick huddle your brother begins to quickly discuss the pros and cons of taking this opportunity.
After the lengthy personal chat, the conclusion is: YES! Both of you took the job the next day, cleaning dishes, tending to patrons, and managing the bar as the mysterious bar owner spent most of his days far away from the premises, carrying with him his trademark large caravan.
“Must be selling ales on the road!” You mention to your brother one day, as you manage your daily tasks.
“Seems like good business.” He added. It was the same thing over several years, living out your lives doing the same simple thing was appeasing. And though you never saw the life of luxury alongside your parents again, the two of you lived a satisfying life well into old age, all the way until the end of this long road
Written by Driftingdragon on 28 March 2020
The end (for now)