Flick of The Wrist

The bar to the tavern opened and two people dressed in white cloaks walked through the door, one a woman and the other a man.

The barkeep had never seen them before, and for a moment he got ready to give the usual speech about how they should leave if they valued their lives. But then he realised he didn’t have to do that anymore, not after the man from the Royal Defence Corps had defeated the creature that was abducting people from the streets almost every night.

It had been a day since then, and the town hadn’t had any more incidents of screaming in the night or strange spectres roaming the streets.

It was still odd to get so many new folks coming through the town in such a short period, though.

Most people breezed past the town and made the final stretch of travel up to Alandria, or they went on to one of the towns further down the trail. They didn’t tend to stop around and come to his tavern.

“What can I get you?” He asked as the pair approached the bar.

“Nothing to drink, I
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