Bozhidar In The Golden LadyBozhidar In The Golden LadyBozhidar In The Golden Lady1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a typical afternoon in bar known as the Golden Lady when the hooded man walked in with the average number of visitors for that time of day. Being located right on the outskirts of one of the most bustling cities in the kingdom helped it's traffic, but on the other hand "outskirts" meant "just on the edge of the woods, right down the way from the stables" and some preferred to get their mead and ale from the market district rather than take the trip.
But that wasn't the case for the man coming in now. Or more accurately, the elf coming in even though the hood covered most of his head his long ears and paleish-ness were still very visible. Not that it mattered much the Golden Lady was no stranger to elves. Especially not this elf.
He took a look around and sighed happily. The place was still in one piece since the last time he'd been there he knew from experience that this bar tend