Post by plotmcplotterson on Apr 4, 2016 22:20:58 GMT -4
The old man slowly shuffles about the tavern. His clothing is worn and dirt stained. He looks around the common room, a mix of weariness and confusion on his face. After standing for some time beside an empty chair, he sits with a long sigh.
A woman working in the tavern passes by him, asking if he needs anything. The man looks up, nods twice, then mutters, "I can't remember." He stares at the woman.
"Let me fix you a plate of something warm." She looks him up and down, nodding. "And a mug of ale." She leaves him staring after her.
Some time passes. A plate of food and full mug sit untouched before the man. He stares blankly ahead, muttering loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
..."and if I put it down, put it down, put it down." A long pause. "Circles all around, all around, all around." He frowns. "Maybe if I had killed them first, killed them first?" He shakes his head. "Killed them?"
The old man seems to notice his food for the first time, and begins to eat as though he has not eaten in days. Another man, younger, clean and with a ready smile, approaches the old man.
"What's this talk of, friend? You have a bit 'o trouble you needin' some help with?"
Tbe old man looks up. "I..." He scratches at his face, frowning. "Trouble? My boy, the only way to get out of trouble is to give it a taste of what it's giving you!" He smiles, looking quite proud of his words.
The young man smiles. "As you say, friend..."
"It is what I say," the old man says angrily. He rises, the weariness that covered him forgotten. He leans close towards the young man. "It is always as I say. Life for death, death for life, fire and ice will always wage their fight. And chaos..." He smiles, pauses, then frowns, looking lost.
The yoing man nods, his smile gone. "As you say, friend." He makes his way out of the tavern without a look back.
The old man stares at nothing for some time. He sighs, looking around the room. "I must find them. I must..." He scratches at his face, sighs again, then slowly shuffles out of the tavern and into the dark night.
A woman working in the tavern passes by him, asking if he needs anything. The man looks up, nods twice, then mutters, "I can't remember." He stares at the woman.
"Let me fix you a plate of something warm." She looks him up and down, nodding. "And a mug of ale." She leaves him staring after her.
Some time passes. A plate of food and full mug sit untouched before the man. He stares blankly ahead, muttering loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
..."and if I put it down, put it down, put it down." A long pause. "Circles all around, all around, all around." He frowns. "Maybe if I had killed them first, killed them first?" He shakes his head. "Killed them?"
The old man seems to notice his food for the first time, and begins to eat as though he has not eaten in days. Another man, younger, clean and with a ready smile, approaches the old man.
"What's this talk of, friend? You have a bit 'o trouble you needin' some help with?"
Tbe old man looks up. "I..." He scratches at his face, frowning. "Trouble? My boy, the only way to get out of trouble is to give it a taste of what it's giving you!" He smiles, looking quite proud of his words.
The young man smiles. "As you say, friend..."
"It is what I say," the old man says angrily. He rises, the weariness that covered him forgotten. He leans close towards the young man. "It is always as I say. Life for death, death for life, fire and ice will always wage their fight. And chaos..." He smiles, pauses, then frowns, looking lost.
The yoing man nods, his smile gone. "As you say, friend." He makes his way out of the tavern without a look back.
The old man stares at nothing for some time. He sighs, looking around the room. "I must find them. I must..." He scratches at his face, sighs again, then slowly shuffles out of the tavern and into the dark night.
