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The door to the Inn was pushed open by an unseen hand, and a cloaked head poked itself around the corner. Then the door opened all the way, and a form stepped inside. It threw back its cloak, and the woman beneath it blinked against the dimness. She looked like she had some grotesque deformity, but when she took off her cloak the odd bundles strapped to her back were revealed. In addition to a pack, she had a fiddle and an accordian tied across her back. She carried what looked like a miniature harp in her hands, and a slate dangled from her belt.
She looked around and walked over to the bar, pushing the slate across the countertop. I'm looking for a room, it said, and also a glass of lemonade. Might I find either here?
Last edited by piosenniel; 05-09-2004 at 12:59 PM.
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