The Hotel
266 Words
As the four passed the halfway point of the plains the next day, to the dismay of imp laziness, there was a second village. "I need to rest my horse a day between long distance trips. we can take cover at the pub hotel for the weekend," the elf sighed "I can guarantee safe passage Monday. you cured my horse, I owe you that" the look the imps gave in unison was petrifying and they scoffed at first but Crest scoweled "indeed so be it"
Crest though not a mortal or elf was welcomed as a rare sight in manic plains not to mention once talking with the bartender "king of an imp village you say, well that's worth a free round of drinks I say." was his appeal as rare creature in the world finally paying off he thought no imp was that kind in all his years.
the archer, aqua, arranged a room for each of them and a few services a night for the weekend. the hotel stood near enough to the plains for the hunting stories of one of the guests. "the trophy on the bar mantel, a lion I hunted last year, I thought it's head would look good there." Col scoffed "nice" drunkenly.in reply.
The weekend rolled on for longer than Crest could like but, the archer insisted on resting his horse over the weekend, and the bartender was a decent conversation for once. the drinks were a thing imps rare even thought of, yet, they were enjoyable. the last thing on his mind by Sunday was Monday morning.
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