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Stephan looked up as he saw a shadow pass over the snow. He narrowed his eyes, not quite fixating on the source, but he had a feeling he knew who it was. He could still smell blood faintly in the air. He decided to ignore her until she either did something to attract his attention, or went away. He walked and walked, following the path that the woman in the inn had told him about, until it was dark, and he saw lights. He walked into town and it was pretty much a ghost town from what he saw. Everything seemed to be boarded up for the night. He saw an in, and it was the source of light.
When he stepped inside, the chatter silenced again, and he stood in the doorway for a moment before shifting towards the counter. “I need a room for the night,” he told the owner.
The owner eyed him carefully. “Strange eyes you got there,” he pointed out as he reached under the counter.
“My eyes are strange, but my money isn’t. So which will it be?” Stephan asked him, putting the gold coins on the counter.
The inn keeper took the coins and examined them.
“These isn’t Ighten gold,” he muttered. “Where did you get it?”
“Gold is gold,” he shrugged.
“You aren’t from around here,” the inn keeper said slowly.
“Not many people are from around here anymore, right? Arken drove everyone away. Look, I just need a room for the night. I’m looking for a friend in this town. She smuggles people out of horrible situations. When I find her, I’m gone,” he told the man. “I don’t cause trouble, unless trouble causes it with me.”
The man eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and he figured maybe it was because he still had his hood and veil up. So the Raith dropped it down, and smirked. “Have a deal?”
“Out by morning,” he told the Raith and slid him the key.
“Not a problem,” Stephan replied, pulling the key from the counter and turning to head up the stairs.
_________________ What do does it profit to gain the world, but lose your soul? - Toby Mac
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