Prolong

The tavern had been empty that night. The few patron that were still left had either fell where they were and slept or were still drinking. One man dressed in red leather and pieces of armor was at the bar, staring into his drink. Most would never even bother him, but tonight another gentleman walked up to him.

"How it going, young man," the gentleman asked. He order some wine like it was natural in a tavern. The man in red leather looked up at the gentleman.

The gentleman saw the glaring red eyes and knew just who this man was. He jumped up and put his hand on the hilt of his sword while backing away. "I'm sorry, please, forgive my rudeness."

As the man left the man in red had realized that whole time the bar had gone silent. "Here's 3 gold for the wine," the voice said smoothly.

The man in red leather left the tavern and began his continuous journey away from his home....