Snippet #1553337

The door of the inn squeeked slightly as a hand pushed it open from the other side. Most of the people present in the inn looked towards it, and knew who would be coming in. This was the usual time that the hunt would end, and the hunters would return to their homes.

A well-groomed elf stepped in, a smile on his face as he turned to close the door behind him. His multi-coloured cloak and his liquid movements made him seem like a part of the wall, something that was developed throughout the last five hundred years and had become part of his instincts.

He let his gaze go towards the bar, expecting to see Anya... but he didn't. Anya wasn't there. There was a moment of panic as he remembered her vision; something about a dark elf having gathered an army, and his heart skipped a beat. He whirled around in a circle, his gaze quickly surveying the inn... and there she was. He couldn't help the smile that came over his features whenever he saw her. There was something within her that most people saw and some ignored, but during their time as a married couple, Elnin had come to appreciate her the more every day he came back and saw her here.

He began to walk towards her with instinctive agility. He was so intent on her that he hadn't noticed the other two. There was something that constantly nagged at him, however, as he wove his way through the tables. Something wasn't right. And then it hit him: Anya was not at the bar. That happened often, true. But it hadn't happened before that she would be sitting at a table, with a sword on the table, and two men leaning in like they were discussing something dangerous. Noticing this, he just managed to control his pace and his expression as he stood by the table and inclined his head in respect. He knew Anya would have sensed him as he entered, but in a habit of five hundred years, he put a hand on her shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. It was his secret sign for telling her that he loved her and appreciated her presence.

“Hello there everyone,” he said softly, like he was in a dinner party. Nonchalance, he had found, was the best way to get what was going on, especially when Anya was there.