The Inkeeper

The owner of the bar turned and heaved a heavy sigh, "Aye, Grif, but you oughtta be outta here after that, ya know."

" 'The Usual', then?" The man slipped between his thin smile.

He quietly strode to the bar, as the patrons glared from afar. "A drink, please," He murmured to the barkeep, "and another to wash it down."

The wind from the storm blew inside as it whipped his cloak around him. As he stepped through the plain doorway, he pulled his hood back...