The Old Man
) }2 g3 ~. N: J6 ]8 wTika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles.
% |' j8 m6 A/ yShe tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room.
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}$ I) d& x* C0 A1 fIt was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, 8 T }4 U4 y9 B8 B$ z3 C- v2 `, n
but even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter. # ~$ M* q" b X F
The Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable. x* ^/ @( v" U) m
The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs ' N: A2 C: D/ D+ U4 K, @
of the tree with such care as to make it impossible to tell where nature's work left off and man's began. The bar seemed to ebb and flow like
' H+ E" j' U; ja polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color 7 b, {) K3 i* l7 b
across the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business.
6 m1 C6 @! q5 ~$ U3 z) v$ hTika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The tables were clean and polished. All she had left to do was sweep the floor.
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1 r2 i* h2 D: q+ wShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. 3 H; A3 \$ m+ g( f! }4 n' k. p
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, + I3 v4 @: O( U; _! |9 q% Y; ]
whistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," - ?4 T* @# m* X* {0 f
said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous,
6 u! K1 C7 h# G1 z2 O% ^; V8 s! djumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!" 3 ~3 X q% j1 i6 }/ X: B
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