The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post

piosenniel · 01-11-2003, 04:04 AM

‘Now who is this?’ she thought to herself, as she handed him the pint. ‘I turn my back for a moment and someone new comes in the door.’

He was rugged in appearance, from the long road, but his speech was fair enough. His smile, though, now that was something special. It creased the sun browned skin of his face and sparkled at the corners of his eyes.

‘Your pardon, sir.’ she said, as he placed the empty tankard on the bar. ‘Did you wish another?’ He turned his head to her and nodded. Handing him the ale, she introduced herself. ‘My name is Piosenniel, or Pio if you prefer - the Innkeeper here at the moment.’ He took a drink, waiting for her to go on.

She eyed him as he stood there. ‘You look as if you’ve come far, and on foot, I think. You carry no weapon, at least that I can see. How is it that you find yourself drinking in the Dragon this fine evening? Do you seek to put something behind you . . . or perhaps it is something before you which pulls you down the road toward it . . . ’

01-11-2003, 04:04 AM	#747
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Now who is this?’ she thought to herself, as she handed him the pint. ‘I turn my back for a moment and someone new comes in the door.’ He was rugged in appearance, from the long road, but his speech was fair enough. His smile, though, now that was something special. It creased the sun browned skin of his face and sparkled at the corners of his eyes. ‘Your pardon, sir.’ she said, as he placed the empty tankard on the bar. ‘Did you wish another?’ He turned his head to her and nodded. Handing him the ale, she introduced herself. ‘My name is Piosenniel, or Pio if you prefer - the Innkeeper here at the moment.’ He took a drink, waiting for her to go on. She eyed him as he stood there. ‘You look as if you’ve come far, and on foot, I think. You carry no weapon, at least that I can see. How is it that you find yourself drinking in the Dragon this fine evening? Do you seek to put something behind you . . . or perhaps it is something before you which pulls you down the road toward it . . . ’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.