Post by Horu on Jan 6, 2009 22:43:08 GMT -5
The day was dieing and the sky was bleeding a crimson red. In Avaren Tavern things seemed normal The smells of sweat, wood cooking meat and alcohol filled the air along with the sounds of every day talk.
Horu, not clad in armor at the moment sat at a table and had just ordered a bowl of warm stew. He ate alone in one of the corners of the room as he normally did. When he heard a commotion outside.
Horu, not clad in armor at the moment sat at a table and had just ordered a bowl of warm stew. He ate alone in one of the corners of the room as he normally did. When he heard a commotion outside.
