The Old Man
: r: |4 A1 u. ITika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles.
4 Y$ O) w ?. a, h# r$ r: @She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room.
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. R' g0 P# `1 T3 L( S& XIt was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, 2 Z( A; H# y! P, I; r/ h @$ e
but even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter.
% p1 _- W" f$ F2 f* NThe Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable.
+ D, q" T! P' f6 W! _The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs
& M7 J0 a5 C# _$ q6 }: Z+ ~, W7 Gof 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 8 c1 r8 {4 }) S& H
a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color
7 o+ y' t/ K, x, i/ Sacross the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business.
6 u, \- G7 {& S7 ]5 N5 ~Tika 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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! d1 d/ k* A8 b' e2 BShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. : X8 B7 T# ]; m0 I/ C0 R
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs,
7 y# h% P2 Y0 X0 G8 nwhistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," 7 o5 I% n. I$ h
said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous,
) ?8 c1 w/ x8 Q9 E; Vjumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!" . D4 A" O3 z ~# \
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