[Lightning crackles in the deep dark blue sky, a figure traveling quickly along the main roads on horse. Bells ring out in the night, send winged creatures scurrying from their slumber into the midnight air. Soon everything becomes quiet, a deadly silent. The tavern door slams open with a gust of wind, the figure now standing at the open door way with a cloak over him. Slowly he steps forth, a heavy amount of dust and cob-webs hang off what is a rather tattered cloak, aged greatly with small holes. The figure seem to stop, turning slightly to the left then the right, as if getting a good view of everyone.
The Robe lifts up a few inches before collapsing to the floor, sending a cloud of dust everywhere that would block everyone's view of the person. The sound of coughing echos in the quiet room before a voice calls out]
MY GOD... I fall asleep for 2 sec and Years past! Someone pour me a mead, because im back!
The Robe lifts up a few inches before collapsing to the floor, sending a cloud of dust everywhere that would block everyone's view of the person. The sound of coughing echos in the quiet room before a voice calls out]
MY GOD... I fall asleep for 2 sec and Years past! Someone pour me a mead, because im back!
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