IT WAS NIGHT. The Waystone INN lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
One of the silence was a group of men who were huddled in a corner and drank with quiet determination while avoiding serious discussions of troubling news.
That is right.
we could use some rain.
The third silence was hard to notice perhaps if you listened for an hour. it was in the weight of the black stone that held the heat of a long dead fire. The silence was also the man who stood there, the owner of the INN. The man had true-red hair.
The next month
You did a good job decorating when I went to California
I am sorry for saying this but I needed to make a cut back so.....
The bartender fell to his knees crying and his hands on his face . The owner walked up to the bartender and said:
"I am truly sorry it is just how things are right now."