[Witch_Queen]

Jon sat in the corner all by himself. As his eyes scanned the room until he saw a sight he had not seen in a long time. The white crow of his dreams was for once actually real. Taking a closer looked Jon saw that with the crow was a dwarf. "Hmmm." Jon felt as if someone or something was looking at him. The look on the dwarf's face was one of dislike. Jon knew not why the look pleased him but he figured it was the fact that the dwarf must know the crow. Jon's shoulder length brown hair fell out of the hood.

Jon felt an undying darkness inside his heart and new that it only increased while the crow was around. Jon decided it was time to confront his dreams. The only thing was that instead of the crow being with an elf maiden it was with this mountain dweller. This isn't the crow I have seen something seems different. A smile came across Jon's face. Though the man wished to keep his identity a secret he knew it wasn't going to be long before someone figured out who he was. The hood of his cloak would keep the secret until someone removed it. Jon seemed deep inthought when he didn't notice that someone had spilled their mug of ale. Suddenly coming back to reality, Jon decided not to be a loner. Perhaps he should find someone to talk to.

Jon stood up, the bottom of his cloak swept the floor of the inn. The dwarf seemed like an interesting person to talk to. Even though he despised the look of dwarves, Jon felt like something about this dwarf was different. Walking over to the table occupied by the dwarf and crow Jon was trying to think of what to say to him exactly.

"Excuse me... Your crow is by far the rarest I've seen. I'm.... Jon. My last name means nothing to anyone....." Jon knew this was a rough way to start out a conversation.