NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/2/18
The Drunken Boar sat at the bottom of the hill on the poor side of the city. One of the two lanterns that hung outside the door was broken and swung in the light breeze while the other bathed the sign in amber light. I could hear a loud cacophony of people inside, talking, celebrating, and drinking, but one noise stood above the rest. The sound of a lute.
“Come on,” Cade said, patting me on the back, “this place is fine. You’ll see. I used to come here all the time.”
I looked at the halfling skeptical, “I’m not sure I believe you. This doesn’t look like the kind of place for halflings.”
“I’ll have you know, we halflings are the life of the party!” Cade beamed.”With the exception of Half-Orcs and Dwarves, no one drinks more than us, and no one is ever a happier drunk. There is no where we aren’t welcome!”
Tevarin waited with me in silence as Cade walked to the inn and went inside. I turned to look up at the city walls that divided the poor from the rich to where a little light show was just beginning over one of the buildings.
“Faleth must be having a good time,” I said.
“You need to stop worrying,” Tevarin said, “it does no good to anyone. Get inside, get a drink, and maybe you can play a song for the patrons of the inn.”
“Playing for a crowd would be nice,” I agreed as she began walking away.
“It’s not about playing for the crowd, it’s about the free drinks that come with it,” Tevarin said over her shoulder as she reached the door.
Stop panicking, Neil. You need to keep it together so you can finish your story. It’ll be worth it in the end. I thought as I trudged to the door. It has to be worth it…
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