It Takes Two to Tango

3 Years Ago...

"Did ya hear? That king of Elbaf is fighting some other giant that challenged him to a fight." "Oh really? Why?" "Well talk from a guy I know that lives in Elbaf said its for the position of King." "Ehhh? They plan to beat that king? Hmph, whoever it is they had better hope the king doesn't take the battle serious or they're dead." The conversation of two men echoed throughout the bare tavern. The tavern owner was behind the bar tending to glasses and making drinks for the very few people there. In fact the town this tavern was in was scarce. The had a population of just over 200 people and most of the towns income was from the local fishing ports.

As the two men further discussed the rumored events happening, the doors of the tavern swung open carrying a draft of wind with it as a man stood in the doorway. The men that were once conversing silenced themselves to get a glimpse at who entering the tavern. They could see the figure of what they thought was a man however couldn't tell due to his cloaked that draped over his body hiding everything but his boots and face. "What can I get for ya sir?" The tavern owner asked which drew the man closer from the doorway and into the light of the tavern reveling his face and identity along with it. "Wait..you're that guy. Brown D. Newton. The former marine turned rogue that killed a bunch of his marine allies and made his own revolutionary army." One of the men in the tavern said as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

"It is I indeed." Newton uttered walking up to the bar counter and taking a seat. "This king of Elbaf you two were just speaking of, where is this battle being held. Give me your largest cup of the hardest alcohol you have." The tavern owner nodded his head in response and quickly turned to prepare Newton's drink. The tavern was silent for a moment before Newton glimpsed at the two men to his right. "King of Elbaf, tell me where he is." The demand of Newton quickly brought an answer as the men told Newton of an island to the intimidate west that was far from Elbaf and a common island giants fought at all the time. "Thank you for the information..." Newton said as arose from his seat a was about to leave before. "WAIT SIR! You're drink." The tavern owner said as he placed a mug the size of an average man on the table. Newton quickly scurried back to the table where he took his drink, and gave the tavern owner a lump of cash that was entirely over how much he actually had to pay. "Keep the change." Newton said walking out of the tavern, mug in hand.