It happened in a tavern
(Doesn’t it always?)
Two parties from two different lands.
One party still making their name
The other, heroes.
A gun sparks the initial conversation.
Then two talk of the wilds
While others spoke of the cities.
Heads shake and eyes roll at the antics of some.
And others watch more than the offer.
Swords are drawn and compared.
Tales shared and challenged.
As the night wears on and the tankards grow low
Memories of ones lost arenwhispered.
And loud toasts given in their name.
“Let’s stay in touch” is heard. And promised. And done.
As closeness forged.
As if they had always been linked.