The Spaces Between (A Drunkard's Journey) - Plot & Excerpts
A smell of lamp oil hung in the late autumn air, mixed with the smells of dying leaves and aging soil. A few lights still flickered in grimy windows, and it was apparent that the town had only recently gone to bed.The only light—a dim flicker from a dying fire and a meager oil lamp—came from what appeared to be the inn. As they entered the common room, they were not surprised to find only the innkeeper cleaning the bar. He turned wearily and scowled as they asked after rooms for the night.There was a slight hesitation as the innkeeper sized up the travelers. “Aye, I have but one room left, with two beds. One of ye will have to sleep on the floor, unless, ye be sharing?” He gave Torplug a strange, almost knowing look.“No, nothing of the sort,” the small-man yawned, holding a hand up to the outburst that was halfway out of Qainur’s mouth. “I’m so tired, I can take the floor. I suppose there is no supper?”The skinny innkeeper shook his head sadly. “Supper is nothing but bones now, in the mouths of the hounds.
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