Snippet #2451350

Theodus walked down the stairs of the Espor Inn, with each step a low pitched creek sounded. Dressed in a rather plain dark linen shirt, voluptuous crimson red leggings, and black buckled boots, he made his way across the diameter from the stairs to the bar in a proud swagger and promptly sat down on the comfortable cushion. Surprisingly awake for such a time in the morning, Theodus began to talk in his semi-low voice

“I’ll have some ale, and some bread.” Theodus said as he brought his foot up on the generic bar stool to tighten a buckle. Looking around the barren inn he could see it was of poor maintenance, and reckoned that most inhabitance were asleep, as there were little people awake and those who were awake were scattered and drowsy among the battered and broken tables. The server roughly tapped Theodus’ shoulder, bringing his attentions back to the table where he was greeted by generous slice of bread and a bottle of ale.

“Eh that’ll be eight silver pieces.” The server said in an oddly raspy low tone. Theodus provided the eight silver pieces as asked and upon that the server walked behind the table. While eating, Theodus noticed the weird man peering at him. Oddly built, the man appeared old, supporting a nastily tangled beard and equally stylish hair which was sparse. Theodus and the old man’s eyes met as Theodus took a bite out of his bread (which was a doughy mess) and awkwardly looked away.
Finishing up his meal and he got up, chair screeching against the wooden floor and walked towards the wooden door, which was barely hanging on to the frame. The sound of his boots clumsily step across the floor boards, filled the silent room.

Vaguely buzzed he stepped out into the cool air, taking a long breath of the fresh air and made his way down the old molded steps of the Espor Inn taking in the scenery, to his left the market the smell of meat and fish was carried by the wind to his nose, in front of Theodus about eight to nine feet there would seem to be a dark elf in heavy clothing only his eyes visible selling goods. Theodus could make out some of his words which would be something to the effect of “Hello stranger.” Now looking left which would appear to only be a collection of buildings.

Strangely, a voice sounded though he couldn’t make out the words Theodus followed it impulsively. Upon following it, it got louder and more define. Eventually he could make out a woman asking him to come to her. Almost against his will he moved towards the source of the sound, and eventually tracked it to its origin, behind a scattered bundle of houses, and a couple shops.