Maybe the night was silent, but pub down the river Thames was not. From the typical enlight pub, screams of happiness, sadness, joy and sorrow escaped into the sleeping Londom. At the bar, rumpled large man was sitting, drinking his 6th gin. "<span style="color: DarkGreen">Gimme another on',bloody haliwr !</span>" He yelled at the bartender, giving him an angry glare as he requested another drink.<br/><br/>This was usual night for Cadell, overdrinking all the money he earned in box fight during the evening. Poor boy fought againts him. Hehe, poor west-south english body thought he could take on Welshman, pathetic. Fight did not last long, around minute and half. That wanna-boxer striked two times before Cadell started the counter-attacking. One, two jabs and then powerful hook and english boy-boxer was eating dust. Luckily for Cadell, all the gentlemen in the warehouse where fight was placed, gave thier bets on the boy, so ratio was high enogu for welshman. He earned alot of money that evening, around 2 pounds and 60 shillings, which ment only one thing. Alot of gin.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkGreen">God saf' the queen foor gin cheaper than a milk!</span>" Another yell escaped the mouth of the middle-aged man. While he was sitting on the bar, noone dared to sit near him. The muscular body, large red sideburns beard on his face and tattoo symbolising Welsh Dragon; created auroa strong enough, not keep lurkers distance from him. If he wanted to find company, he would. During this late-nights, he enjoyed being alone, knowing is the toughest wall of muscle in the local pubs. But for this second, he cared only about this amulet hanging down his neck on the golden chain. "<span style="color: DarkGreen">Ahhh, memories...</span>" He smiled, moving his index finger on the golden talisman.<br/><br/>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>