The Old Man / ~. J; y& R2 d) W
Tika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles. 8 s5 h, `' x% b. a4 I
She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room.
2 q$ a3 m! Q( I- U# s: G
" s/ s- l5 X: n( ]7 h; T! zIt was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, 8 g4 g9 [' P8 b+ r3 L. J/ f; \
but even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter.
+ Z- Y& s) a3 \( SThe Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable. 9 Q, x6 Y/ h& D* c. h
The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs / W. Q8 b0 b0 M* z* u$ d
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 * J' q; B7 i4 ~% E+ F
a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color 5 h, d: s- K! z6 e
across the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business. " C: R3 r* C4 o* {7 c) d
Tika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The tables were clean and polished. All she had left to do was sweep the floor. ' S% L; X3 h: V j/ p4 T! P& I, y
4 L6 [+ _4 R' t$ N' p" ZShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. - j! D6 R7 Z) a( o [! `8 }
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, , V" Y& z _& {" F2 w0 ^
whistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer,"
/ \- n! \. s* b; Wsaid Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous, 1 `- v- f- V9 J( R! X* R
jumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!"
: c, |6 z$ b0 z7 |- m# c$ O" o2 O# U4 k
. m6 j1 T A: l% s& }8 [3 {' s不一定要全文翻译,翻译有趣句子 或者难点句子即可。
5 |+ N1 j; \. a+ ~! O: S. l一定几率获得威望 |