The inn at Black Brush station was eerily empty. The receptionist sat in a chair behind the desk as a low, howling moan filled the stone room. Outside a massive dust storm raged. There had been no guests all day.
That changed in an instant.
The door to the inn opened violently as the wind blew both the door and a robed and masked figure through the door. Sand swept and danced across the stones and the receptionist sighed as he rose and took hold of a broom as the new arrival shut the door and began removing his mask.
Golden locks tipped with black hung around his narrow face as a golden goatee covered the lower part of his chin. His tail swished aboit excitedly as the miqo'te tipped his head to one side and used his left hand to knock the sand out of his ears.
"Do you have any rooms, or a cot I could sleep on till storm passes over?" The sand covered miqo'te asked, his voice polite and he smiled as he realized how silly he looked when his eyes noted the receptionists face.
"Aye" the receptionist replied , pulling out a large book and a quil. "Just need your mark on the page and the gil."
"Certainly my kind sir!" The miqo'te beamed as he strode across the room, his one black eye and one gold eye gazing around the room as he approached the counter. He took the quill and scrim led his name on the page.
"Don't suppose you've seen a short, white haired miqo'te recently?" The blond male asked as he finished writing. Â "Heard rumor my little brother was down in these parts and have come looking for him."
"Your brother?" The receptionist asked as he thought. " Plenty of white haired miqo'te. What was the-'
The receptionist looked down at the page and read the name the miqo'te had just written. The receptionist was still for a moment. As the receptionist lifted his head, he pointed towards the door.
"Get out."
"What?" The blonde asked with a awkward grin, raising his hands. "What do I-'
The receptionist pulled a sword out and held it in his hand. The blond blinked and nodded.Â
"Alright. No trouble wanted. I'm going!' The blonde stammered in fear as he backed away quickly.
"You want your brother, ask a Flame." The receptionist answered darkly as the blond reached the door. The miqo'te nodded as he fumbled for the handle. Upon finding it, he turned it and raced into the storm, shutting the door behind him.
The receptionist looked down at the page and and the name the man had written:
Jin'to Epinoch.
The receptionist tore the page out, crumpled it slowly and then let it burn over the candle Flickering beside him.
That changed in an instant.
The door to the inn opened violently as the wind blew both the door and a robed and masked figure through the door. Sand swept and danced across the stones and the receptionist sighed as he rose and took hold of a broom as the new arrival shut the door and began removing his mask.
Golden locks tipped with black hung around his narrow face as a golden goatee covered the lower part of his chin. His tail swished aboit excitedly as the miqo'te tipped his head to one side and used his left hand to knock the sand out of his ears.
"Do you have any rooms, or a cot I could sleep on till storm passes over?" The sand covered miqo'te asked, his voice polite and he smiled as he realized how silly he looked when his eyes noted the receptionists face.
"Aye" the receptionist replied , pulling out a large book and a quil. "Just need your mark on the page and the gil."
"Certainly my kind sir!" The miqo'te beamed as he strode across the room, his one black eye and one gold eye gazing around the room as he approached the counter. He took the quill and scrim led his name on the page.
"Don't suppose you've seen a short, white haired miqo'te recently?" The blond male asked as he finished writing. Â "Heard rumor my little brother was down in these parts and have come looking for him."
"Your brother?" The receptionist asked as he thought. " Plenty of white haired miqo'te. What was the-'
The receptionist looked down at the page and read the name the miqo'te had just written. The receptionist was still for a moment. As the receptionist lifted his head, he pointed towards the door.
"Get out."
"What?" The blonde asked with a awkward grin, raising his hands. "What do I-'
The receptionist pulled a sword out and held it in his hand. The blond blinked and nodded.Â
"Alright. No trouble wanted. I'm going!' The blonde stammered in fear as he backed away quickly.
"You want your brother, ask a Flame." The receptionist answered darkly as the blond reached the door. The miqo'te nodded as he fumbled for the handle. Upon finding it, he turned it and raced into the storm, shutting the door behind him.
The receptionist looked down at the page and and the name the man had written:
Jin'to Epinoch.
The receptionist tore the page out, crumpled it slowly and then let it burn over the candle Flickering beside him.
