“This scrawny man hopped the train of the dead?”
A large man stood from a circular bench. He was larger than Angel. His wings had gone partially gray. You could see the older age on his face and posture.
The other harpies tried to help him stand but he brushed them off.
“Tell me young man. How did you climb aboard the Spirit of the Dead?”
Dontarious stepped forward, with a forced smile, he introduced himself. “I was chasing my wife. She stepped aboard the train.”
“Is she living too.”
“No,” Dontarius began with hesitation. “She was murdered.”
“…and you saw this murder?…”
“It’s likely he participated in the murder,” shouted a younger Harpie with bright colors displayed beneath the bones of his wings.
“Hold on, Aristotle. We must listen first before we conclude that.”
Dontarius swallowed hard as a bottle crashed against a wall to his right. A burst of laughter then another crash.
“I did not kill my wife.”
“So you’re telling us that you just happened to see your wife’s spirit walking to the Spirit of Death and followed it?” The younger harpie replied in disbelief.
Dontarious dug his heels into the dirt floor. “Yes, that’s what happened. I followed the shimmer, that was my wife. I saw the train. I followed her… Rebecca… to the train car but I could not enter. I found another car that was partially open and I slipped in.”
The older harpie studied him as the younger ones talked amongst themselves, Angel along with them.
Another bottle came close enough to Dontarius’s head to make him duck.
“Hey!” He shouted. Can you watch where you’re throwing those things?”
A pair of men, faces distorted and frog-like, laughed.
“Five gold pieces if you can hit the human,” one of them croaked.
“Ten gold piece if you can shut the hell up,” Dontarius replied loudly. The noise from the bar disappeared as he finished. The two frog-faced men stood up and approached.
The harpies stopped discussing the arrival or the stranger and watched. Dontarius prepared for a fight and it came within moments as the first frog-faced man swung and missed. The second grabbed the first one and pushed him out of the way. He swung and missed. Dontarius returned with a kidney punch. The frog-faced man sucked in and held his side. Stepped back, took a breath and charged.