With her hands stretched out clasped in one another’s embrace, seeking the warmth emitted from the fiery hearth her nose began to rankle at the aroma of the mutton. Her head was declined with her distinctive features canopied by the enveloping hood of her robe. After our brief negotiation, generous reparation was settled for our restitution and I cantered back to the surreptitious confines of our table, carrying 2 bowel’s of mutton soup, a small wine and a flagon of mead.
We bartered momentarily before purchasing necessary provisions that had been vacant necessities on our erroneous travels. After a curiously aphonic evaluation, a short nod of his head indicated that accommodation was available. Still appraising my obscure garbs and studded sheath that made it discernible that I rarely frequented such reproached abodes, his hesitancy to comply to my humble inquisition was becoming a deterrent.
I barely had time to acclimate to the comprehensive dim before the proprietor glared at us with incredulity, conveying evident gestural dubiety as I guided my companion to maintain temporary residence at the table closets to the fire, and proceeded to enquire into the availability of temporary tenancy.
The ambient light receded behind the curtains that draped over the small partitions that barred the windows from the external luminance, granting a modest riposte from recognition. The establishment was gloomy, bereft of life and vibrancy. Ordinarily we would have camped out on the heath, distance from prying speculation but we needed accommodation sheltered from the harsh elements, sustenance and various supplies as our own suppositories had been depleted by our fierce encounters by our perusers. I had to conceal my identity as well as hers to avert any idle speculation adapting into aggressive subjugation. We entered the publican with haste, bristled by our clear visibility as two strangers entering a town replete with citizens that wretched at the defamation of their culture and sneered at the advent of mysticism and conjurers. “This is a little random, but go with it……”
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