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And in the twinkling of an eye, Prospero finds himself...elsewhere.
He keeps his expression clear and pleasant as he looks out upon the assorted persons thronging the tavern.
Tavern, eh? Strange. When he read about stepping in-between in his books, he hardly imagined that he would find a watering hole where he might slake his thirst. Though oh, what strange, new peoples do populate this barkeep! Garb as exotic as any worn by the merchants and vendors from far-away Cathay, lilting accents as perfectly lovely as the whistling of sweet winds! And such music!
If this be Paradise or merely some celestial waystation en route, it matters not; Prospero will watch, and Prospero will learn.
He finds an empty table, not too far away from the bar service proper, and sets his travel sack down. With a touch, he unravels the wards keeping his pack bound, and takes out some cheese and bread and venison. His stave, unbroken, distends and distorts until it's small enough that he can rest it against his knee. He breaks his fast, all the while watching the goings-on around him.
[Hi everybody! First post and all, yadda yadda yadda, so, yes. Please to forgive if I'm slow with the replying, I'm multitasking tonight. :-)]
He keeps his expression clear and pleasant as he looks out upon the assorted persons thronging the tavern.
Tavern, eh? Strange. When he read about stepping in-between in his books, he hardly imagined that he would find a watering hole where he might slake his thirst. Though oh, what strange, new peoples do populate this barkeep! Garb as exotic as any worn by the merchants and vendors from far-away Cathay, lilting accents as perfectly lovely as the whistling of sweet winds! And such music!
If this be Paradise or merely some celestial waystation en route, it matters not; Prospero will watch, and Prospero will learn.
He finds an empty table, not too far away from the bar service proper, and sets his travel sack down. With a touch, he unravels the wards keeping his pack bound, and takes out some cheese and bread and venison. His stave, unbroken, distends and distorts until it's small enough that he can rest it against his knee. He breaks his fast, all the while watching the goings-on around him.
[Hi everybody! First post and all, yadda yadda yadda, so, yes. Please to forgive if I'm slow with the replying, I'm multitasking tonight. :-)]