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Don’t Forget Me - The Ivory Rose
Raindrops patter on the hard leather shoulder pads of my coat, flicking against my cheek. The streets flood with puddles as the heavens open from above. Pools of soiled water seep into the soles of my shoes; soaking through my socks. I grimace at the squelch of the leather and rubber under my feet, as the soiled water squeezes between my toes with each step.
'I should have bought some new shoes when I had the chance' I think to myself as I look up at the raging sky. Thunder rumbles across the clouds and I return my gaze to the sticky mud floor. Continuing my way to the location that I had been given earlier that day. I take out the small note from my inside pocket to remind myself of the tavern's name. 'The Ivory Rose', sneering as I read the name, ink smears my fingertips. "Fucking rain" I grumble, shoving the note back into my pocket, my sodden fingers tear holes through the softened fibres, before wiping away the drop of rain from the tip of my nose.
I walk around the corner into a thin alleyway lit by soft-candled windows. My heart begins to thump in my chest as the reality of my situation settles in. I clutch my chest as I press my back against the damp wall of the local bakery, heaving a heavy sigh in an attempt to regain control over my anxieties. Lifting my gaze, 'The Ivory Rose' sign peeps out from the end of the narrow street.
"No turning back now..." dragging myself towards the end of the meagre alleyway. I shift my weight to the right and face the entrance of the tavern. My chest rises, as I suck in humid air. Bringing a shaky hand to the door, I pause, relaxing into the coolness of the rain-drenched wood. The oak door creaks as I am greeted with dim lights and the intimacy of a bard's lute, mixed with the stench of ale and sweat. I scan the tavern for my client, the squelch of my soaked shoes earns me the occasional glare from the locals. Meeting several suspicious gazes, anxiety creeps back into my chest. Gliding my thumb over my forefinger with a gentle caress as I continue my search over the numerous tables. Each table is covered with a white lace cloth and mugs of mead and ales.
Frowning, I saunter to...
'I should have bought some new shoes when I had the chance' I think to myself as I look up at the raging sky. Thunder rumbles across the clouds and I return my gaze to the sticky mud floor. Continuing my way to the location that I had been given earlier that day. I take out the small note from my inside pocket to remind myself of the tavern's name. 'The Ivory Rose', sneering as I read the name, ink smears my fingertips. "Fucking rain" I grumble, shoving the note back into my pocket, my sodden fingers tear holes through the softened fibres, before wiping away the drop of rain from the tip of my nose.
I walk around the corner into a thin alleyway lit by soft-candled windows. My heart begins to thump in my chest as the reality of my situation settles in. I clutch my chest as I press my back against the damp wall of the local bakery, heaving a heavy sigh in an attempt to regain control over my anxieties. Lifting my gaze, 'The Ivory Rose' sign peeps out from the end of the narrow street.
"No turning back now..." dragging myself towards the end of the meagre alleyway. I shift my weight to the right and face the entrance of the tavern. My chest rises, as I suck in humid air. Bringing a shaky hand to the door, I pause, relaxing into the coolness of the rain-drenched wood. The oak door creaks as I am greeted with dim lights and the intimacy of a bard's lute, mixed with the stench of ale and sweat. I scan the tavern for my client, the squelch of my soaked shoes earns me the occasional glare from the locals. Meeting several suspicious gazes, anxiety creeps back into my chest. Gliding my thumb over my forefinger with a gentle caress as I continue my search over the numerous tables. Each table is covered with a white lace cloth and mugs of mead and ales.
Frowning, I saunter to...
