Crossroads....
"This will do,"... muttered the lone figure in the alley. Dressed in odd clothing, more akin to old world mail and leather, he made his way quietly closer to this bar across the way. Being shorter than average, but stockier than most, his stature was sure to garner unwanted attention, so much like he'd done in 1000 different ports, he began his odd ritual.
Covering up his gear was always a pain. The small knives and carving stones were easy, simply pull a few make shift flaps across this, drop the stones in that.. done. Now, the handle that protruded from his back was a different story. Pulling what looked like worn bandages from his pouch, the stranger wrapped the metal that attached to that special handle in such a way to resemble a shovel. Yes, that's it he thought.. a miner once more.
Upon reading the old tavern sign, he let out a hearty laugh, which after he realized had slipped quickly hushed up. "How fitting..." he stammered as he entered... Serendipity.
The old bar door creaked open...
A little more modern than he was used to but that was fine. He peered around the bar til he found a nice dark corner with a perfect view of all nearby patrons. Gently he placed some gear next to his chair. Then, slowly seating himself as quietly possible.... a nice cracking sound, sure to be heard by all came from his chair.
"Blast it all.." he calmly said. Not aloud mind you, but to himself as usual in these circumstances. Looking up, he noticed what had to be the hired muscle walking his way. "Sorry about that chair my good fellow, sometimes that particular corner is visited often and tends to gather more wear on the chairs than others. I'm the bar keep... Phae's the name. "
Relieved, the small stranger replied, "Might I have a pint of your stoutest ale my good 'keep?" "You shall indeed... just a moment." Upon returning with the "ale", Phae noticed his patron obsessively rubbing some sort of pebble along his forearm. "Is everything ok?" Quizzed Phae. "Never better laddie... just try'n ta remove this infernal tattoo gradually without maiming me arm. Tis coming along nicely now" smiled the patron.
"Here's that 'ale' Mr............" Phae trailed off in the usual manner in which to gain someone's name. Looking up at Phae, the small patron's outstretched hand met Phae's... "Call me Rath my good keep". Upon shaking hands, Phae noticed the 'tattoo' along Rath's forearm. It still said "Rath" but looked as if 4 or even 5 more letters were rubbed off already. "So 'Rath', what brings you to my humble bar" piqued Phae. Rath cautiously chose his words...
"A crossroads laddie.... a crossroads indeed..."
Covering up his gear was always a pain. The small knives and carving stones were easy, simply pull a few make shift flaps across this, drop the stones in that.. done. Now, the handle that protruded from his back was a different story. Pulling what looked like worn bandages from his pouch, the stranger wrapped the metal that attached to that special handle in such a way to resemble a shovel. Yes, that's it he thought.. a miner once more.
Upon reading the old tavern sign, he let out a hearty laugh, which after he realized had slipped quickly hushed up. "How fitting..." he stammered as he entered... Serendipity.
The old bar door creaked open...
A little more modern than he was used to but that was fine. He peered around the bar til he found a nice dark corner with a perfect view of all nearby patrons. Gently he placed some gear next to his chair. Then, slowly seating himself as quietly possible.... a nice cracking sound, sure to be heard by all came from his chair.
"Blast it all.." he calmly said. Not aloud mind you, but to himself as usual in these circumstances. Looking up, he noticed what had to be the hired muscle walking his way. "Sorry about that chair my good fellow, sometimes that particular corner is visited often and tends to gather more wear on the chairs than others. I'm the bar keep... Phae's the name. "
Relieved, the small stranger replied, "Might I have a pint of your stoutest ale my good 'keep?" "You shall indeed... just a moment." Upon returning with the "ale", Phae noticed his patron obsessively rubbing some sort of pebble along his forearm. "Is everything ok?" Quizzed Phae. "Never better laddie... just try'n ta remove this infernal tattoo gradually without maiming me arm. Tis coming along nicely now" smiled the patron.
"Here's that 'ale' Mr............" Phae trailed off in the usual manner in which to gain someone's name. Looking up at Phae, the small patron's outstretched hand met Phae's... "Call me Rath my good keep". Upon shaking hands, Phae noticed the 'tattoo' along Rath's forearm. It still said "Rath" but looked as if 4 or even 5 more letters were rubbed off already. "So 'Rath', what brings you to my humble bar" piqued Phae. Rath cautiously chose his words...
"A crossroads laddie.... a crossroads indeed..."
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