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Chapter 4- What Happened at Harin's Inn.
-Seriya Silvermist
Gilan and Halt sat in the corner of a small and homely inn in the town of Harin, their cloaks removed to not frighten or make people wary of them. The town lie eighty kilometers due west of castle Redmont. Harin was a dirty and rather poor district of the fief.
"Coffee," Halt said briefly to the serving girl that was standing by their table
"What do you want,….sir?" She giggled and batted her eyes at Gilan.
He smiled back, his face taking on a playful expression. "Please call me Gilan"
"Oh," she smiled flirtatiously "is there anything else I can get you"
"Well now that you ask I would rather like to dance."
The serving girl gazed around the dingy inn, looking for the matron who owned the establishment. "Well I am a serving girl, it is rather frowned upon to dance with a customer. "
"Well it also helps that breaking the rules is my specialty." Gilan gave a charming smile to the blonde, pretty and cheerful girl, and Halt snorted.
"Are you-"
"Of course I'm sure," Gilan told the blonde as he led her to the center of the inn next to where the minstrel was playing. They joined the other couples on the dusty dance floor of the inn. He put his hands on her waist as she put hers on his shoulders. They started swaying to the slow music, and she started to sing softly.
Gilan joined in the well-known refrain. It had been played many times at castle Caraway, and this song always seemed to stick in his head
Though
I
Knew
I did not have a chance
I took a step out
On a branch
And look where that left me
The song slowed from its frantic pace and went back to the slow and steady one of the verses.
As drunk as a deer
And blind
As a bat
I wandered and wandered
Till I came to a friendly mat
Of all things
It had to be a king's
The pace increased once more,
Though
I
Knew
I did not have a chance
I took a step out
On a branch
And look where that left me
The king's shiny ring
Was sing'n
My name
A theif
I was to be
Thought
I
I did not have a chance
I took a step out
On a branch
And look where that left me
They look down
Upon me
I just look and see
How many pounds
That I found
In the
Pockets of t…
Gilan's voice trailed off as he looked over the girls shoulder. Halt, who was sitting at the table in the corner was joined by a strawberry blonde. Halt laughed at something the strange man said. "Uh well I…need to go" Gilan stuttered, at a loss for words
"Why" The girl questioned. Then she saw the expression on Gilan's face and her smile dropped off her face. "Well could you maybe tell me your name, so that I have a name to put with this charming memory?"
"As long as I get yours"
"Mira, Mira Erinsdaughter."
"Well, mine's Gilan Davidsson."
"If I may ask," Mira tried to prolong the conversation "Where are you from?"
"Caraway Fief," Gilan answered trying to act casual.
"You said Caraway?!" She looked bewildered "Davidsson as in Sir David, the battlemaster!" Mira yelled and took a step back. The whole inn stopped and looked up at the dancing couple.
"….Yes."
"I'm sorry my lord," Mira stuttered "I didn't know!"
"Mira," he looked at the pretty blonde serving girl "You didn't treat me any different than anyone else before."
"But I didn't know my lord"
"Stop with the my lord, Mira"
"But-"
"No" By that time they had let go of each other and just stood awkwardly in the middle of the dusty dance floor. Mira's face was a picture of horror and Gilan's just looked apologetic. Together they had created a big scene, and let the whole inn know his identity.
"I…..I think I'm going to…..get back to work, my lor- I mean Gilan" Mira hurried of.
Gilan weaved his way through the crowd of people, gaping open-mouthed at him. He tried to focus his attention on something other than the crowd, anywhere else, he desperately looked to the dusty ceiling, the dirty counter, the front door that was hanging by one hinge, his gaze finally fell on the man talking to Halt. As he carefuly made his way over he couldn't help but overhear part of their conversation.
The stranger spoke first "Halt, do you really think I should transfer him? Do you really have that little faith in his skill?"
"I am almost certain he will fail, I don't want this to hinder my reputation!"
"Hal,t it's a week before the gathering, I can't exactly transfer him now!"
"It can be do-"
The swing of the broken inn door interrupted Halt's next words. A tall man entered, he was rather young- middle aged, even Gilan could tell that from behind. The stranger turned and scanned the inn; meeting the eyes of every person as he went. He turned around, he eyes lied on Gilan's, and Gilan saw the man was a warrior. The mysterious man had a face married with scars; he would have been handsome if not for them. He started towards Gilan, a loose smile gracing his face; the smile never reached the man's eyes. He pulled out a large broad sword; now dangerously close to Gilan, and walked right by him. Gilan now noticed the man's eyes were not on him but the ones he was spying on, Halt.
Halt was complaining to whatever had possessed the strawberry-blonde in front of him. "Your small head can't even comprehend, the fact that I don't want to be humiliated when he gets kicked out!" Halt snarled viciously.
"It's too late we both know that! Halt, you have a too big ego, and it needs to be knocked down a notch." The strawberry blonde said boldly to the grim ranger. Almost no one had the courage to insult Halt that way, but most people did not know him as well as he did.
"You think I have too big of an ego" Halt said dangerously calm, like peace before a storm. The strawberry-blonde knew this voice all too well. "Would you like to tell me all about-"
"Halt!" The strawberry-blonde interrupted as a deadly down ward stroke cleaved towards the ranger's head."
Strawberry-Blonde stranger's POV
At that instant my dagger seemingly appeared into my hand, and in a robotic, but fluid motion came back to just above my shoulder, and release. My knife missed, and my oldest friend was doomed.
I apologize if the song was horrendous. I am not a song writer. I would like to know your thoughts about the strawberry blonde stranger (Or if I made it way to easy to guess) The beta job for this story is now open if anyone wants it please tell me!
reminder: REVIEW!
(B/N) Hi, Unfocused here. This may possibly-probably-most likely will be my last beta of this story. I feel happy that the last chapter I may do for this goes out with a cliffhanger (because everyone loves them, right?). If you happen to wonder my reason, just go to my newest story.