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Post by William Branford on Aug 27, 2012 16:34:18 GMT -5
Wil had wandered about through the town on a cold, dreary looking night and was getting worn out and a bit sleepy. His stomach growled and demanded to be fed and his feet felt as though they were about to fall off from his walking nearly all day.
It was time to find a place to relax a while. He wandered a bit more before stumbling upon a tavern of sorts. he could hear music and loud voices inside which made it sound like a grand ole place to be on such a crappy night.
He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and stepped right in. He looked around at all the people that were hootin' and hollerin' and having a great time before he slinked over to a table in the corner and sat, quiet as could be. Most of the people probably hadn't even noticed he came in in the first place.
The table he say at was in a dark area so he was nicely hidden from the sight of most prying eyes, but the occasional flicker of light caught his face and lit his eyes up a bright blue in color.
He sighed and ducked his head away from the light, waiting and watching the room. He wasn't sure quite what he was waiting for yet, but he waited nonetheless.
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