Winter 5, 512
Coren trudged slowly through the thick, powdery top layer of snow as the darkness of the night pressed down on him. Clouds filled the sky and prevented the luminance of Morwen’s Lights from brightening the ice city leaving only shadows and grayness in its wake. The city was quiet at night, it’s inhabitants enjoyed play and recreation but they were also hard workers and rose early in the morning. A few late night citizens and some patrolling Icewatch were the only rare signs of life.
The buildings seemed dark and lifeless as Coren continued through the city. There were no lights to be seen. Strike that thought. Coren slowed his purposeful stride as he noticed the shimmer of light on the snow coming from the crevice beneath the door to the Drunken Apple. The Drunken Apple, the only place in town that manufactured alcoholic beverages, was an important building to anyone who enjoyed a good drink in a pub. The place was owned by two Vanthas, both of which were unlikely to be awake and working at this time. Oona was far too uptight and structured with her schedule to be awake this late when she rose so early in the morning while Keltiss was too concerned with sampling the product to maintain consciousness past the early evening.
Coren naturally felt curious about the light, and with no other plans but perhaps some sleep that night he figured he had the time to investigate. Perhaps Keltiss had merely fallen asleep and forgotten to extinguish the light. If that had happened Coren wanted to make sure he prevented the place from burning down which many pub-goers in the city would find a tragedy indeed.
Coren approached the door to the Drunken Apple and reached forward to tug it open gently and with as little noise as possible. No use waking Keltiss unless it was necessary. The poor drunk would have a bad enough headache in the morning as it was. As Coren peaked inside the building he saw a young man rummaging among the barrels of hard cider. Coren’s eyebrows scrunched together as he realized the man had a much smaller build than Keltiss.
As the door continued to swing open it emitted a small creeeeeak and the man immediately turned towards the entrance and locked startled eyes with Coren. Now that the man was facing him, Coren could plainly see the man’s hand was filled with gold mizas. As his eyes traveled across the room Coren could plainly see that the chests and desk inside had been pulled apart and looked through as drawers and objects were scattered around them. Coren’s attention was immediately returned to the man who had panicked and begun to charge towards the smaller door at the back of the building.
Coren trudged slowly through the thick, powdery top layer of snow as the darkness of the night pressed down on him. Clouds filled the sky and prevented the luminance of Morwen’s Lights from brightening the ice city leaving only shadows and grayness in its wake. The city was quiet at night, it’s inhabitants enjoyed play and recreation but they were also hard workers and rose early in the morning. A few late night citizens and some patrolling Icewatch were the only rare signs of life.
The buildings seemed dark and lifeless as Coren continued through the city. There were no lights to be seen. Strike that thought. Coren slowed his purposeful stride as he noticed the shimmer of light on the snow coming from the crevice beneath the door to the Drunken Apple. The Drunken Apple, the only place in town that manufactured alcoholic beverages, was an important building to anyone who enjoyed a good drink in a pub. The place was owned by two Vanthas, both of which were unlikely to be awake and working at this time. Oona was far too uptight and structured with her schedule to be awake this late when she rose so early in the morning while Keltiss was too concerned with sampling the product to maintain consciousness past the early evening.
Coren naturally felt curious about the light, and with no other plans but perhaps some sleep that night he figured he had the time to investigate. Perhaps Keltiss had merely fallen asleep and forgotten to extinguish the light. If that had happened Coren wanted to make sure he prevented the place from burning down which many pub-goers in the city would find a tragedy indeed.
Coren approached the door to the Drunken Apple and reached forward to tug it open gently and with as little noise as possible. No use waking Keltiss unless it was necessary. The poor drunk would have a bad enough headache in the morning as it was. As Coren peaked inside the building he saw a young man rummaging among the barrels of hard cider. Coren’s eyebrows scrunched together as he realized the man had a much smaller build than Keltiss.
As the door continued to swing open it emitted a small creeeeeak and the man immediately turned towards the entrance and locked startled eyes with Coren. Now that the man was facing him, Coren could plainly see the man’s hand was filled with gold mizas. As his eyes traveled across the room Coren could plainly see that the chests and desk inside had been pulled apart and looked through as drawers and objects were scattered around them. Coren’s attention was immediately returned to the man who had panicked and begun to charge towards the smaller door at the back of the building.
