by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:42 am
Chance smirked and leaned forward. "That's not mine." She hissed in his ear then darted into the shadows just as the inn keeper came running out. He spotted Cohen and turned red. "Guards,arrest that man! He stole my earnings!" He yelled angrily and several guards ran toward Cohen.
Arwen woke up stiff and sore from sleeping on cobblestones. She finished off the last of her bread then stood and began making her way through town.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."