02-14-2005, 01:20 PM
Liath sat to the side of the inn, looking somewhat dejected. Next to him were stacked several empty ale barrels which he had already retrieved from inside. These people seemed to enjoy their festivities in advanced states of drunkeness. Not that he minded that himself, but he found the spanish ale had absolutely no effect on him, unlike the heady mead brewed by his own people. He looked into the cup at the pale liquid, sloshing it against the side of the flagon.
With little effort he pushed himself off the ground and tipped the remains of his flagon down his throat and tossed the empty cup into the darkness of the inn. A dull clunk followed by a rowdy bellow brought a little smile to his lips as the sounds of a brawl began to echo from within the tiny establishment. Without a backward glance he strode out into the crowds, heading towards the harbour and some respite from the noisy locals.
With little effort he pushed himself off the ground and tipped the remains of his flagon down his throat and tossed the empty cup into the darkness of the inn. A dull clunk followed by a rowdy bellow brought a little smile to his lips as the sounds of a brawl began to echo from within the tiny establishment. Without a backward glance he strode out into the crowds, heading towards the harbour and some respite from the noisy locals.
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