The Old Man
{3 r. i2 L( L! ?, w |Tika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles. 7 |. c2 }' v3 w
She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room. . Z: X4 ~; g- `: G# n2 H
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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, $ w- z3 h/ H$ ?: ? S4 A1 J/ u- b
but even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter. - }% g1 A0 N7 `/ Y' Y t. C
The Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable.
" o( n0 }/ E0 g0 }. {The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs
$ x' i7 k7 D. A( Eof 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 % n& q( l! `) f1 a: p& Z
a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color
7 f4 D3 Z% M t l- ^across the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business. * k6 _7 H; O' W! r3 ~- }; E
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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; [+ w) c4 c! AShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. 5 `% Y; ~) \4 `0 i1 Q4 l* n7 G- d
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, * \- E9 F3 A* f a2 ?8 A0 V
whistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," 4 ~) M/ a% R% Z1 x
said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous, . Z: X# p4 b1 z
jumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!"
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