At the dead-end of an alley, a new enchanted tavern has suddenly, and mysteriously, come into existence. It has much to offer for those who would venture inside.
The door pushed in a few inches. An elderly man repositioned himself against it to use his weight to slide it a bit further. A woman of similar years stood beyond him, studying the few potted plants in the courtyard as he worked. He repeated this twice more, opening it far enough that he and… Read More »Year One #17: A New Routine
It had been a lonely night with mediocre sleep. Wish had finally gotten her own apartment but was unprepared for the continual ambiance from others neighboring her dwelling. Footsteps in the night, sometimes above as someone rises, others across as another tenant passes outside her door. Voices of children echoed with highs and lows of… Read More »Year One #16: Uncertain Destination
The door held stiff as Mr. Ortemyre shoved against it. The damp air had swelled the old wood to the point of sealing the door firmly in place. The man turned his shoulder to it and inhaled, but paused before following through with his intended action. He let out a guttural disapproval with his breath.… Read More »Year One #15: Edge of Suspicion
Eustace rubbed the sleep from the corners of his eyes, pushing against the underside of his brow to differ the ache beneath. It had been yet another restless night. There were new bruises on the front of his right hip where he had run into an unseen table that stood awaiting pick-up by a furniture… Read More »Year One #14: Shaded Motivation
Wish sat, tucked away in her normal booth. Her drink of the day was still rather full, a smoothly blended banana paste with hints of sweetness she knew not what to call. It would remain as such, for she had found something else more appetizing for the moment. In front of her, the roaming spellbook… Read More »Year One #13: A Page Unknown
Ridgelen sat with his eyes closed at the bar. His captain’s cloak and all of the heavy responsibilities and concerns that came with it were all left back in the barracks until the morning. It had been a long and rather trying day in the city. His thumbnail idly flicked under his other fingernails on… Read More »Year One #12: Broken Partings
The Shelf had become ever so slightly busy with the chill of autumn. The flow of shop seekers had increased, and with it many had managed to find their way down the alley to its entrance. The appeal of the shop was lost on many, the quirks only entertaining a few potential customers to a… Read More »Year One #11: Up for Trade
It was early at the tavern. Morning light barely influenced the dim room through the few panes of glass upfront. Eustace rubbed the bridge of his nose, casually scraping sleep from his eyes. He had made his way to the comfort of his designated chair and fought off the urge to nap in its embrace.… Read More »Year One #10: Past The Morning Slog
“Good evening good sir, might I ask your name?” Anton looked around, wondering if this dump would be worth his time. The half-elf at the door wasn’t the most encouraging sight, but at least wasn’t as bad as the dwarven bouncer at the last location. That was someone he hoped to never meet again without… Read More »Year One #9: A Cut Above
The dust rolled off of the shelf in a choking plume. It drifted out from where it had rested for so long, now scattered to the slightest motions of those in the room. Wish faced the worst of the wondering particles, as she had been the one to disturb them. She squinted through the dust… Read More »Year One #8: Hard Reading