The morning sun falls through the trees outside onto your bed, which is surprisingly occupied only by your own body. Sitting up, you shake your head around, long strands of hair falling around your handsome, tattooed face and your pointed ears.
Getting out of the innroom, you look down the long hallway to the bar, still busy in the morning. It had been about week since you arrived at the small town carrying only your trusted sword and a small purse of gold. After a short week of ale and whores, the gold had all run out, and it was time to take off again. You walk past the bar, where several men glare at you angrily. You'd had your share of fights in this town, too, and wouldn't be coming back soon. |