You walk towards the half door of The Broken Beggar inn and tavern. When you finally get inside, it begins to rain outside, very weird as it was such a nice day before you entered. You make your way to the bar and sit for a drink. a portly man with the bald head waxed to a shine equivalent to a Daylight spell addresses you.
He asks "Whadduya gunna have."
Asking for a pint of some ale, you turn and face the inhabitants of the bar. A real motley crew in here tonight, including the bloke in the corner with his back to the entire room. Though he is not facing you you can tell he looks as if hes stealing glances over his shoulder, as if in anticipation of something. You try to brush off this feeling, but something is making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. This unnatural feeling makes you want to...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.17 seconds at 12:27pm on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.