Post by Verdan on Aug 7, 2006 10:22:37 GMT -5
The door blew open with a thud. A shape was silhouetted against the light outside. The young man was wearing a forest green cloak and in his right hand holding a plain, straight wooden staff. The hood of the cloak was up, casting a shadow upon his face, making it near impossible to discern his features. He walked over to a table at the far end of the inn and sat down. He leaned the staff against the wall nearby and motioned for the waiter to come to him.
The waiter came and leaned over, the stranger whispering something in his ear. When the stranger finished talking, the waiter hurriedly nodded and hurried away, only to return several minutes later with a goblet of something very strong on a tray. The waiter set it down and bowed several times. He was clearly nervous. It was not every day that someone like this comes into the inn. Most the most common visitors are classy people, not travelers. The stranger dug in his pocket and having fished out a coin handed it to the waiter, who bowed again and left the person alone in a hurry.
The waiter came and leaned over, the stranger whispering something in his ear. When the stranger finished talking, the waiter hurriedly nodded and hurried away, only to return several minutes later with a goblet of something very strong on a tray. The waiter set it down and bowed several times. He was clearly nervous. It was not every day that someone like this comes into the inn. Most the most common visitors are classy people, not travelers. The stranger dug in his pocket and having fished out a coin handed it to the waiter, who bowed again and left the person alone in a hurry.
