wiegeabo
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I yawn and stretch on the surprisingly comfortable bed. I sit up, groggy from my first real sleep in several days. Standing, I make myself over to the window and open the curtains, instantly regretting the bright morning rays of the sun. With a half snarl I slam the curtains shut and turn away. I'm not a morning person.
Splashing cool water from the bowl on my face, I try to finish waking up and brighten my foul mood. The rumbling of my stomach doesn't help. Stepping out of my room, I knock on the neighboring door.
"Enter."
The door creeks open. My friend is kneeling in front of his window, eyes closed, bathing in those cursed rays of sunlight. "Pyrist?"
"I am just about to begin my morning prayers, Xxymryx."
"Ah. Well, I am going to find some breakfast. I was wondering if you wanted to join me. I believe we passed a pub on our way into town."
"A little early for ale, is it not, my friend?"
"No such thing as too early for ale."
Despite his best efforts, I notice a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps when I have finished..."
I smile and nod. "I'll save you a chair," I say as I close the door behind me.
The street is long and bustling with people. Thebes is a large city, and the roads are lined with farmers and craftsmen selling their goods to the morning shoppers. As I travel amongst the people, I take in the sights, sounds, and smells. I've made it a habit in a new city to learn the routes and ways around. One never knows when they'll need a quick escape. That kind of preparation has payed off more than a few times. I was just too exhausted to do so when we arrived.
With each street I travel, I see life continuing as usual. As adults laugh and talk, and children play, it's almost possible to forget that armies of undead are spreading across the known world like a plague. But the sight of guards on every corner serve as an important reminder that the world is slipping into darkness.
Yet, at this moment, no dark hordes were threatening the gates of Thebes. And this reluctant warrior needs food and drink. So I make my way back towards the inn, and down the road to the pub we passed the night before. Even at mid-day I can hear the noise and raucous laughter within. And when I open the door, the waves of noise assault my ears, the overwhelming scent of unwashed people, food, and drink fills my nose.
I grin and walk in...
Splashing cool water from the bowl on my face, I try to finish waking up and brighten my foul mood. The rumbling of my stomach doesn't help. Stepping out of my room, I knock on the neighboring door.
"Enter."
The door creeks open. My friend is kneeling in front of his window, eyes closed, bathing in those cursed rays of sunlight. "Pyrist?"
"I am just about to begin my morning prayers, Xxymryx."
"Ah. Well, I am going to find some breakfast. I was wondering if you wanted to join me. I believe we passed a pub on our way into town."
"A little early for ale, is it not, my friend?"
"No such thing as too early for ale."
Despite his best efforts, I notice a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps when I have finished..."
I smile and nod. "I'll save you a chair," I say as I close the door behind me.
The street is long and bustling with people. Thebes is a large city, and the roads are lined with farmers and craftsmen selling their goods to the morning shoppers. As I travel amongst the people, I take in the sights, sounds, and smells. I've made it a habit in a new city to learn the routes and ways around. One never knows when they'll need a quick escape. That kind of preparation has payed off more than a few times. I was just too exhausted to do so when we arrived.
With each street I travel, I see life continuing as usual. As adults laugh and talk, and children play, it's almost possible to forget that armies of undead are spreading across the known world like a plague. But the sight of guards on every corner serve as an important reminder that the world is slipping into darkness.
Yet, at this moment, no dark hordes were threatening the gates of Thebes. And this reluctant warrior needs food and drink. So I make my way back towards the inn, and down the road to the pub we passed the night before. Even at mid-day I can hear the noise and raucous laughter within. And when I open the door, the waves of noise assault my ears, the overwhelming scent of unwashed people, food, and drink fills my nose.
I grin and walk in...