I sit across the tavern watching the preying old man approach his next target. Sipping my drink and feeding a bread crumb to my raven. My head down and eyes on the prize.
Intro The tavern is loud and packed full with rowdy characters. Men and women of all shapes and sizes laughing and singing proud. Ale's being lifted in cheer and decorating the wooden floor mostly. In the corner you sit. Quietly sipping at your cup when and older gent sits in front of you and pats your hand. "Hello dear. Quite a night, is it not? How about you come up to my room and keep me company?" His head is grey and balding, leaving thin wisps on top his head and his teeth rotting and crooked.
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