Hawk-like eyes shifted towards the double doors as they swung open once more, creeking warily as the young woman stepped in, her hair folded in an odd direction, as she had apparently shaken out the summer rain. A few moments more and she was lost in the crowd. And a lively crowd it was. The chorus of laughter and the raising of mugs brought a smile to the young man's face, and he let out another sigh; one of content.
Rubbing his hands together, he pulled them away from the fire and crossed his arms heartily, wrapping his fingers into the endless folds of his woolen cloak. Spinning about on the stool, he leaned forward again, this time facing the roaring throng of people. He wafted a cautious glance over the bunch, taking in faces; the woman's, and many others, then relaxed and let his ears concentrate on the merry music.
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"Reality has exiled me. I am no longer bound by its laws."
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