An Innkeeper Bustles A Counter

[Shorsand 2006]

 A man behind a counter sits, in an indescrpt inn in the wilds, far and long gone. You would look at him with a kind smile, and he would reply with a court one. An innkeeper's smile. The man polished the counter, rather robustly. Another man stood behind the counter, with hair like night. He looked over, and said simply, "Edema, be a dear, fetch me the fruit wine." If you heard this normally, or just without knowing this man. You'd think this a perfectly normal response. Edema looked at the man, and one could see the teen, or was it adult? rather distressed. But he obliged, taking it out, and handing it to his employer. The man popped off the cork, and poured it into a wine glass, pushing it over the counter, "Fruit wine for Uran!" He says justly, and a robust man stepped out, and took the glass. Nodding to the innkeep, throwing over a few minas. Edema shook his head in a half sigh. But then continued his duties, the innkeeper still wearing a murmer's smile.

Sixstring's sighs, and shakes his head as all exit, and he looks plainly at the wall. Doing nothing, simply staring.
'Fun time. Running an inn.." His son did not oblige a response, and already left to his room. He simply stood there, his murmer's smile gone, and an aure of distress on him, as he just looked away, like a man half there.

 

 

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