Mark had always considered himself a simple bartender. He enjoyed mixing drinks, chatting with customers, and listening to their stories. But all of that changed when he met Henry, a time-traveler who turned his world upside down.
In their previous adventures, Mark had visited ancient civilizations, witnessed historical events, and even traveled to the future. But in this latest adventure, he found himself transported to the medieval times, a world of castles, taverns, and ale. As always, Henry had a plan, and Mark was eager to see where it would take him.
A Different Era
Mark couldn't believe his eyes as he looked around. The bustling city of London had been replaced with vast green fields, and the only sounds he could hear were those of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind.
"Where are we?" he asked Henry, who was standing beside him, looking as nonchalant as ever.
"We're in the medieval times," Henry said, with a small smirk on his face.
Mark's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the small village that lay in front of him. People in strange clothes were milling about, carrying wooden baskets filled with vegetables and fruits.
As they walked towards the village, Henry explained that they were in England in the year 1270. The village they were heading towards was called Riddleford, and it was known for its ale.
Mark couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of trying out ale from a completely different era. As they entered the village, the sights and sounds only served to heighten his excitement.
The tavern was situated in the middle of the village, and it was called The Rusty Sword. As they entered, Mark was hit with the strong smell of ale and the sound of laughter.
The tavern was dimly lit, and there were wooden tables scattered about, each filled with people drinking and eating. Mark noticed that the people were dressed in strange clothes, and some of them were wearing armor.
Henry led Mark towards the bar, where a gruff-looking man was polishing glasses.
"Good day, sir. We would like to try your ale," Henry said to the bartender.
The bartender, who was clearly not used to seeing strangers, looked at them suspiciously. But as soon as Henry offered him a few coins, he warmed up to them and began to tell them about the ale.
"This here ale is brewed from the finest hops and barley in the land," the bartender said, gesturing towards the large barrels behind him.
Mark couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the rough-looking men who were drinking around them. But as he took a sip of the ale, he was pleasantly surprised. The ale had a deep, rich flavor that he had never tasted before.
As they drank, Henry began to regale Mark with tales of the medieval times. He told him about the knights who roamed the land and the battles they fought.
Mark was so engrossed in Henry's stories that he didn't notice the tension in the tavern rising.
Suddenly, a group of men burst into the tavern, shouting and cursing. They were dressed in armor and carrying swords, and it was clear that they were spoiling for a fight.
Mark froze as he watched the chaos unfold. The bartender looked panicked as he tried to calm the men down, but they were not listening.
It was then that Henry sprang into action. He grabbed a wooden stool and swung it at one of the men, knocking him off his feet.
Mark was shocked. He had never seen Henry fight before, and he had no idea that he was capable of such violence.
But there was no time to think as one of the men lunged at him. Mark ducked just in time, and the man stumbled past him, crashing into one of the tables.
As the fight continued, Mark found himself fighting alongside Henry. He picked up a nearby tankard and swung it at one of the men, hitting him in the head.
The fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The men were lying on the ground, groaning in pain, and the tavern was in shambles.
As they stepped out into the bright sunlight, Mark felt a rush of adrenaline. He had never been in a fight before, and the experience had left him feeling both exhilarated and shaken.
Henry seemed unfazed by the entire ordeal, and he turned to Mark with a smirk on his face.
"That was quite the adventure, don't you think?" he said.
Mark didn't know what to say. He was still trying to process everything that had just happened.
As they made their way back to the time machine, Mark couldn't help but feel grateful for Henry's company. He had never felt more alive, and he knew that he had Henry to thank for that.
As they stepped back into the time machine, Mark felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was glad to be returning to his own time, where everything was familiar and safe.
But as the machine whirred to life and they were transported back to the present, Mark realized that he would miss the excitement of traveling through time with Henry.
"Thank you for taking me on this adventure," he said, turning to Henry.
Henry smiled at him. "Anytime, my friend. Anytime."
As they stepped out of the time machine, Mark knew that he would never forget the time he had spent with Henry. He had experienced things that he had never thought possible, and he had made memories that would last a lifetime.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but wonder where Henry would take him next. But one thing was for sure: wherever they went, Mark knew that he was in for another adventure of a lifetime.