He was a sensible man. Many had said it. Earned his money. Paid his taxes. He took care of his sick mother even though she was on borrowed time as it is. So he couldn't understand why the barkeep of this establishment was so flabbergasted at his request. The special was soup. A seemingly vegetable laden bowl of liquid that was definitely hot from the tendrils of steam rising from the bowl in front of him. After walking 5 miles, from the last town, it was exactly what he needed to warm his belly. But here's they stood. Staring at each other like a lunch  time showdown.

The bartender decided to break the silence ," Sur. It matters not ta me where yar frum. I willn't be addin mu blood to yer soup fer anythin!!!"

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