Beren slowly got up from the table he was sitting at, the man sitting across from him already falling down into his Ale. He silently gathered up the money on the table where he was just sitting, scooting it as quietly as possible into his overflowing coin-purse. Another round of cards, had put him quite well off now. Gambling may not have been the most distinguised of all activities, but if it got him through, then why not?
Turning with a smile on his face, he looked out the window to find a inky darkess. Stunned, he surveyed the room, which to his disbelief was nearly empty. He had meant to meet Derufin tonight! Now he would be in these raggedy clothes until tomorrow, or whenever he managed to find him again.
He silently cursed to himself, not letting the word escape into the quiet of the common room. He may be a gambler, but he'd like to keep that the worst of his known vices. The stairway creaked and groned as he walked up it, not wanting to let his passage go unknown. The man he had been playing with stirred slightly, but did not awake. With a sigh of relief, Beren continued up the stairs. Having a man whom he had just won over 100 gold pieces from awake was not his idea of fun. Well, truthfully, he thought, it would be fun, but he rather liked this Inn and getting thrown out of it wasn't one of the more pleasurable possible turns of fate.
As he entered his room, he lit a few of the candles on the bedside table. His water basin had been refilled and the bed straightened up in his absence, but he barely noticed in his stupor. Clothes fell to the floor before the bed creaked with his entering of it's warm sheets. Rolling over, he reminded himself to see that man in the morning...clothes were certainly needed.
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