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Uneasy Goat
Guest
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The rain beats down on the roof as Anders makes his way inside, grumbling to himself as he shakes the water from his coat. His leather coat is hung on a notch behind the bar. The water drips onto the wood creating a soft constant sound that he finds strangely pleasant as he lights the lanterns hung in the different corners of the room. The red oil burns with a steady flame, the scent is sweet as it fills his nostrils. It's fairly early, his eyes are still itchy with sleep, but the smell of the lamps brings him to a certain level of sobriety.
Anders takes more pleasure in these basic tasks than one would assume, the process of sweeping and wiping down tables feels more like a slow dance than a chore. The constant dripping on water on the floor serves as his music, the oil from the lantern providing the perfume of a beautiful woman. He finds peace in his isolation, the few people that come by are not exactly conversationalists. He knows why they come, he needs not pry. Why upset the status quo?
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As dawn breaks, the people sleeping upstairs for the night have begun to trickle down like the rain. Their footsteps a heavy drop on the slowly rotting wood of this Inn. The creaking is the worst part, it feels as if the Inn is crying out for help and he can do nothing but listen and watch. The day drags on and the rain doesn't stop, each passerby trailing a river as they find their spots to sit. Not many people talk anymore, there's not much to discuss these days. Wars are a thing of the past, the everchanging world has found a settling point.
Lenore comes in from the rain, complaining about everything as she always has. Her attitude, in his opinion, is the closest thing to a war he'll ever have to experience. Every screech is an explosion, startling all around her as she moves through the Inn oblivious to the perceptions. Her hair is long and beautiful, auburn in color with her cute ears poking from underneath. She caught him staring today and gave him a glare that made him immediately blush and look away. He didn't exactly consider himself a "catch", per se. He was balding, as their father had, but his hair was graying so much earlier than he felt it should have.
He served drinks and she served food, this is how it has always been.