ViktorRomanov
Wanderer
An entry
The tavern door slowly creeps open and a man walks in. He is of average height and nondescript features which are largely covered by a dark cloak. He closes the door behind him and slides the hood back away from his head. He shakes his head slightly and his long brown hair loosens and falls to his shoulders. Before moving further he takes stock of the room and its patrons. Many tables are spread throughout and are mostly empty. The few customers in this establishment are situated at the bar, conversing with the bar tender.
He slowly and meticulously makes his way to a table in the back, not disturbing anything on his way. Once seated he relaxes a bit and sets his hands on the table. His skin is pale and his nails glisten from the nearby torchlight. A waitress approaches him to ask how she can be of service. He looks up at her, a slight grin on his face: "a warm drink, something scented sweet". The waitress stares at him for a moment before continuing on her way. As he returns his gaze to the table she catches a glimmer of odd light in his eye. She presumes it the reflection of some nearby flame and continues on her way.
He continues to survey the room and soon after the waitress returns with his beverage. He thanks her and she again retreats from his table. Placing both hands around the warm container he closes his eyes as the heat flows through his fingers and palms. He brings his face closer and lets the sweet scent of the sugary chocolate liquid make its way his nose, enjoying the sweet scent which is exactly what he wanted. The cup never leaves the table though and the liquid never makes its way to his lips or tongue.
After his survey of the surroundings is complete he begins loosing himself in his thoughts. The warmth of the cup and intoxicating scent of chocolate stimulating his senses and his mind being free to wander. He soon realizes his mind is leading him in one direction. This place...this town...could be his new beginning...
The tavern door slowly creeps open and a man walks in. He is of average height and nondescript features which are largely covered by a dark cloak. He closes the door behind him and slides the hood back away from his head. He shakes his head slightly and his long brown hair loosens and falls to his shoulders. Before moving further he takes stock of the room and its patrons. Many tables are spread throughout and are mostly empty. The few customers in this establishment are situated at the bar, conversing with the bar tender.
He slowly and meticulously makes his way to a table in the back, not disturbing anything on his way. Once seated he relaxes a bit and sets his hands on the table. His skin is pale and his nails glisten from the nearby torchlight. A waitress approaches him to ask how she can be of service. He looks up at her, a slight grin on his face: "a warm drink, something scented sweet". The waitress stares at him for a moment before continuing on her way. As he returns his gaze to the table she catches a glimmer of odd light in his eye. She presumes it the reflection of some nearby flame and continues on her way.
He continues to survey the room and soon after the waitress returns with his beverage. He thanks her and she again retreats from his table. Placing both hands around the warm container he closes his eyes as the heat flows through his fingers and palms. He brings his face closer and lets the sweet scent of the sugary chocolate liquid make its way his nose, enjoying the sweet scent which is exactly what he wanted. The cup never leaves the table though and the liquid never makes its way to his lips or tongue.
After his survey of the surroundings is complete he begins loosing himself in his thoughts. The warmth of the cup and intoxicating scent of chocolate stimulating his senses and his mind being free to wander. He soon realizes his mind is leading him in one direction. This place...this town...could be his new beginning...
