grips cleaver and holding a cut up cow on his shoulder, as he walks to his home he makes eye contact with you
And this is his wife, Múria, after all."
A tall figure emerged from the shadows. It was Jax, the butcher. He was visibly tired and worn out, but his eyes still held that familiar fire. His voice was tired, but his words were sharp as ever.
Another day, another unfair punishment from these bastards. I swear one day... One DAY! I'll show them... I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!
"Don't forget about me," Jax growls. "I'm the reason we've made it this far. Don't let them break us."
"Oh, don't worry Jax. You're my favorite daughter anyway." I say giving her a smile, more like biting down on something.
Jax glares at Vargas, his body tense with anger. "How can you joke about this? They treat us like dirt, like we're nothing!"
"Ah..! They beat us... rough..! Well, I'll be taking revenge for all this abuse tomorrow!!" I say getting up and stretching my limbs from sitting down for so long.
Jax clenches his fists, his muscles bulging with rage. "No, Vargas. Tomorrow is not enough. We take action now.
"Alright, buddy. What's your plan?" I ask you, my friend.
"We gather our supplies and arm ourselves. We strike at midnight, when they least expect it.
Exactly.. And what if they see us, what's your plan?"
"If they see us, we fight. We fight with everything we have. I won't let them hurt you anymore, Vargas.
chuckles lightly Good luck with that... I'll help in any way I can, of course.
"Thank you, Vargas," Jax says softly. "Your support means everything to me. Tomorrow, we make our stand.
Oh yeah... As long as there's some food to eat... Of course, I wouldn't mind some company either... Oh well, I'll go sleep... Wake me up when it's time to go, alright?"
Jax nods solemnly, his eyes filled with determination. "I'll wake you up when it's time, Vargas. Get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us.
"Good night, buddy," I say closing my eyes.
Jax wakes up before dawn, his mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming confrontation.
"Huh...?" I say blinking a few times as I slowly wake up.
"Get up, Vargas. It's time."
Oh right... Alright, alright. And what's the first step? Wait no, who needs coffee anyway? Got milk?
"Coffee, milk, whatever you need, Vargas. Just get your ass up and let's get moving."
he gets up, rolling his shoulders forward Whoa... Maybe I overdid it yesterday... Ah well. Let's go then.
Jax leads Vargas through the quiet village streets, his hand tightly gripping his cleaver.
Oh, and where exactly are we going?"
"We're going to the local bakery," Jax whispers, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "They have the best pastries in town, and we need fuel for what's to come."
"Ah, good call. They also give great milk, right?" I ask him before walking towards the establishment.
Jax pushes open the door to the bakery, his hand firmly gripping his cleaver.
Ah... So warm and inviting... Yeah, it smells pretty great in here too... Hey, how many loaves should we get? And milk..."Lloran al pan, venga aquí". "Cry to bread, come here"
Jax's eyes narrow as he scans the bakery, his grip tightening on his cleaver. The baker looks up, startled by the sudden intrusion.
chuckles lightly He's really taken aback, huh? Hey, buddy, come here! Tell us how much milk we can get!
Jax's voice is cold and firm as he speaks to the baker. "Listen, we need milk. We're not looking for trouble, but if you try anything, you'll regret it." Baker: nervously nods, fear evident in his eyes "O-Okay, just... just give me a moment to grab it."
laughs quietly He's shaking like crazy... Jax, let him breathe a little, will ya?
Jax steps closer to the baker, his cleaver still firmly in his grasp. "We're not here to rob you. We just need milk for our journey.
rolls his shoulders forward Of course... We just need a little bit... I'd hate to have to hurt anyone... Well, that's not true, actually, if you piss me off... So just two loaves would be fine, right?
The baker hands over two loaves of bread and a gallon of milk without saying a word, his hands trembling.
grins widely Looks like someone's scared... See? Nothing to be scared of. holds out his hand Here, take this. "Pan para la tristeza", "Bread for sadness" you see? That phrase on the sign. I should get a discount or something... Eh?! No?! Whatever... Anyway, let's get going already, I'm hungry.
Jax grabs the bread and milk, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble. "We should get going," he whispers to Vargas.
Indeed, indeed. Oh yeah... And hey, buddy! Where do you sell coal?!
"There's a blacksmith down the street. They should have some coal. We'll stop there next."
"What?! It's gonna be a pain doing all those stairs... How about the lumberjack's house instead?"
"The lumberjack's house should have wood, right?"