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Subject: The tavern Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:23:50 07/01/02 Mon Dusk began to fall as Namün hurried nervously along the streets. At first, the dark hadn't bothered her, but as she left the upper levels of the city and headed towards the slums, the streets got narrower and the shadows more threatening. She couldn't help but remember the last time she had dared to come down here at this time of day, and what had followed. Even worse, in addition to the growing dark was the cold, freezing her breath against her face. It wouldn't be long until the first snow fell. Under her feet mud churned by busy feet had already begun to freeze, footprints still preserved on its chill surface. With every step she took she regretted coming even more, longing to flee back to the safety of the palace away from the dangers of the city. Yet she owed it to Madjael to at least speak to him. Besides, there would probably be trouble waiting for her when she got back. When she had said that she needed to leave early, Mirwan had naturally assumed that she would be meeting with the king, and had been forced to let her go with little more than a cold basilisk glare. When her deception was revealed, the scene would not be attractive, and was to be avoided at all costs. ***** The Rusty Chain was already crowded when she arrived, warmth and light spilling out onto the narrow street. She paused uncertainly in the doorway, glancing around. The people who didn't wish to frequent the streets had gathered in here instead, commoners, warriors, workmen and whores alike. There was barely a seat free. A drunken man pushed past her, making her stumble, and she drew back in disgust. She wasn't sure of how to handle herself around so many strangers in such a raucous environment. Truth be told, they scared her. When she finally caught sight of Madjael, he was surrounded by a crowd of rowdy friends. She pulled back even more. On his own, she could cope. But now he had friends to support him, and she was alone and feeling very vulnerable. She fought back the urge to bolt unnoticed, get far away from this place. Until he fixed her gaze with icy blue eyes, and she knew she had to stay. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]