The Old Man
# n5 s' v: N& p8 m$ W8 b9 gTika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles. % O9 T! \. N8 W4 J: q V
She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room.
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It was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, ) T- Q$ L) m7 W& Q
but even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter.
3 D. E {# _; rThe Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable.
& r8 }7 Z+ i6 K+ L. N/ OThe living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs - G( p. k( M7 @7 q: p# h" b
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 % I$ h$ E: g% T6 t& L/ y
a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color ' c4 |4 h$ z6 \ ?3 R
across the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business.
; Q1 v/ [ g/ G9 P$ v0 vTika 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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$ G: P' x; F2 I, _- bShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. ! g. s+ k5 P4 r/ v$ @; i- @
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, " Q$ `1 [9 {- K0 B6 Z. q6 @8 O. Z2 c% t
whistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," 4 B/ s/ ]/ L. j! T8 z6 b! y
said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous, 3 p0 [7 H* \; W/ T& g! X H. E& s9 v
jumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!"
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