A continuation from last entry!
He shook his head and walked inside. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. The half-breed had black scales! His eyes widened and he turned around to stare at the male once more. He then shook his head. The God Zerovian couldn't possibly be embodied in that boy. "Delrik!" A male voice called and he looked up. "What is it Mark?" He looked over at a table to see a boy of eighteen standing up. "You were watching the Il'Dinaria again weren't you?" His all-knowing smirk was clear as day. Delrik growled. "Watch it boy." He heard the bell above the door and looked over to see the Elf, followed by the half-breed, enter his Inn. He muttered a low curse and went to stand behind the counter. He had to fake a smile, not wanting to chase away the beautiful blood elf, even though her companion would probably chase away most of the customers, which would make business slow. Unless...His smile became real. He knew what he had to do! As he waited for them to come up to the counter, he grabbed a glass and started to clean it. Soon the bell jingled again and he looked over to see the rest of performers come in. They congratulated the woman and the male for such a wonderful performance before seating themselves around the various tables. Delrik frowned. Lucky for him Kirensday was not so busy. He looked up and offered a small prayer before realising that somebody was standing at the counter. He looked down and stopped wiping the glass. "May I help you?" He hoped he didn't sound disrespectful.
iSinful · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 07:37am · 0 Comments |