Right behind her had followed another figure, so quietly that she hadn't heard a thing.
The dark figure slipped in and hoped that his presence could go as unnoticed as possible. Some, however, turned to look at him, as he passed. They saw a noble man, dressed like a ranger, making his way to the counter. He had black hair and calm, grey eyes and his skin was so white that it looked like he had never seen the sun.
There was something mysterious about him, something intimidating, but it wasn't easy to tell, what it was.
He ordered an ale and the strange accent in his speech could be clearly heard. He looked around at the Inn and could not see any familiar faces. He sat in a dark corner and didn't touch his beer.
"Well, what did you expect, you fool?" he said angrily to himself. "You knew you couldn't find him here. You can never find him." With his right hand he touched the silvery necklace that glimmered on his chest and sank deep in his thoughts.
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[ December 27, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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