14th of Summer 511 A.V. The sea breeze felt fresh and cool as Talen ran light-footed with heavy breathing towards the harbour on his morning run. He usually switched up his route, and today he'd run around the outskirts of town and then inwards. It was rarely very warm in Denval, and today was no exception with a strong cool wind blowing down from the north. It was only helpful, though. He wasn't feeling well since yesterday; his encounter with Darren where they had drunk Degtine and ended up in a fight hadn't left him at the peak of his physical performance. In fact, it was no coincidence he'd planned his route to pass The Stranger's Welcome where he could get a drink and a decent breakfast that he didn't have to cook, and possibly burn, himself. His legs ached, though not as much as his side where Darren had punched him the day before. Running was quite a pain when you had bruises, although they weren't visible through his white linnen shirt. The wind was against him, but the ground sloped downwards towards the Passenger Quays. The combination of the two left him less sweaty than he otherwise would have been, and perhaps also less sick. He made long, relaxed strides and tried to keep his breath steady. Thinking of anything but the fact that your muscles were burning was simple enough on a relaxed trip like this, and the thought of a good breakfast and something to go alongside it didn't slow him down. The sign of The Welcome appeared when he rounded the corner of a pretty green house wrapped in foliage, and he grinned as he leaned forward and sprinted the last short distance. He broke his run a few feet in front of the tavern doors and stopped dead in a few steps. Wiping the sweat from his brow he stretched his arms and legs each in turn, and then stepped inside taking the scent and look of the tavern in with a breath and a turn of his faintly smiling head. |