nameless-phantom

Kyle sat in the dark corner of the tavern, his cloak concealing his devilish features. His eyes darted about the establishment, scanning each and every patron for even a hint that they might be looking towards him. None of them seemed to pay him any mind, too enraptured in their own drinks and conversations to notice him. As Kyle looked over towards the bar however, his blood ran cold at the sight of a familiar figure hooded in a green cloak. “Order up!” a deep, female voice shouted, nearly causing Kyle to leap out of his skin. One of the tavern maids, a portly dwarf woman, set down a plate of venison and a cup of ale before him. His gaze turned only for a second, but when he looked back the hooded figure was gone. “You ok, hon?” the dwarf asked, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Kyle took a deep breath, “Just a little on edge, the past few days have been..stressful to say the least.” “Oh, well sorry to hear that hon. If you need anything else, just let me know,” she said with a