It was an average day just like any other when the young man was heading to his place of work. His rout to work was through a old cobblestone path. To be frank it was not the best of routs but it kept him away from his older brother, he did not hate his brother but it was the way how his brother treated him that he despised. As he was the oldest he would tend not to care for his younger sibling, and would taunt him and beat him bit in a 'playful' way of course. His brother was tall with an orange/ginger hair and eyes of a menacing light blue. As he was walking down the path he could swear he could hear the crunching of snow directly adjacent to were he was walking, as he turned to confront this figure all he could see was a dark silhouette of a rider upon a horse like beast, with fiery eyes that pierced his apparition faded into the fog of the harsh snow falling into the floor of ice. He continued to walk on, always checking to make sure that the figure was of his imagination. He heard the faintest of noises; he decided to ponder in the direction of the commotion. As he gazed upon the spot of the sound he saw a small canine, as he slowly moved towards the dog he realized it was a kangra-Shepard. It seemed to be caught in a trap of sorts. A small metal contraption was around it's leg, he noticed that it was of an ork-land nature. He wished to help the unfortunate soul but was wondering if the captor would return; but seeing such a beautiful creature in that state he took a leap of fate. He took out of his woven sack a small metal knife and slid it into the trap and pulled. This freed the beast and it ran off into the distance, in the faint distance he heard a female voice say "thank you".
"well isn't that original a talking dog"
"hey you think it's that easy why don't you try it, oh wait you created a SUPER CAT!"
"shut it, it was a momentary weakness"
"OK then go ahead continue your story then"
It was a far off land never seen by man before were dinosaurs ruled.
*Cough* "journey to the center of the earth" *cough*
"I've had enough of this i was here first"
"yes that's true, but you had your chance and you blew it so bye bye"
" i'll be back, and i'll finish this story once and for all"
So now that ordeal is over lets get back to the story.
He passed it off as someone who must be close and was talking to another person, but could not shake a weird feeling of discomfort. Never the less he continued his stroll to the tavern. After the long trek he finally made it to his destination. The large wooden door laced with silver and copper was the first thing to greet him. Above the door was a sign that read "for the weary traveler who needs a bed, we offer a place to rest thy's head". The interior of the building was a marvelous show of dewarvin architecture, but even the sight of the wooden carvings and warm feeling of the building eventually gets old. Once a beauty of the land it was now no more than a run down old shack. Before he went to his post he had to suit up in a woolen rag and wipe his face. He walked into the back and got handed a wet cloth from a jaidine employee; he walked into a small "room"(it was the size of a closet). As he looked into the mirror he pushed back his dark brown hair with one hand, then slowly wiped his cheeks that made his light skin show through. As he washes his face a faded voice is heard "Jack, Jack". The boy suddenly snaps back into reality, shove's on his rag and heads to the counter. He takes two steps out into the hall then realizes that it is his brother. Jack strolls over and simply ask's " what would you like Drake". "I just wanted to talk to my little shadow".