Exit Stage Left (Moe)

Moe smiled for the first time in days and the bartender brought him his meal. The food was sufficient to sustain him though small for a normal meal of his liking. But the drink was outstanding and seemed to wash away all the trials of the previous day. He brought the thankfully large glass down from his lips and set it on the bar with a loud thump. As he ran his fingers along the branches of the tree that comprised the intricately detailed handles he seriously pondered ordering another.

“No, better keep my head clear tonight, lots to do” He thought

His attention was diverted as some young lads entered the room creating quite a scene as the came in. He even heard one whisper to the other ..

“A giant Stan! Look! Do ya see him? A real giant!”

“A giant! How dare they? Well I’ll just explain to them exactly…”

Moe stopped suddenly in mid thought rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well its better than an Ogre at least” He thought.

He watched as the three lads continued their escapade at the bar and shook his head. He could not stay here as he had hoped. The boys would obviously tell their friends about the “giant” they had scene in Serendipity and since not many people from these parts fit that description, it would be sure to draw the town watch to here to investigate. Moe thought to himself for a moment about his course of action and decided to go ahead and duck out. He laid a few more coin down on the bar, which included a rather generous tip for such a fine meal, and started towards the door. The patrons that saw him coming this time groaned and scooted their chairs in close to allow him to pass without getting their drinks spilled. As Moe reached the door he flipped his collar back up and reached for the handle. His hand stopped suddenly though. For some reason all his instincts were telling him not to open this door. If it had been two days ago he would have dismissed the feeling as simply paranoia, but given the events of the past two days he decided to go with them. He turned around at started back towards the bar, drawing more groans and a few choice words from the patrons who again crowded towards their table to allow him to pass. He walked up to the bartender again and looking down tried to manage and innocent smile.

“Do you have a back exit I could use?” He asked