My Magical Realm (open)

In a small town in the middle of practically nowhere, all is quiet. The sun had just went down and the entire sky had just shifted into a pitch black, save for a bit of orange-purple tinge which still lined parts of the horizon. The town had more or less fallen asleep, going dormant as soon as the sun did. The only night life that was around had been inside a small tavern where various men, mostly travellers, had to stay for the night.

The tavern was dubbed the 'Rusted Spoon'. It was neither a very nice looking place nor was even very new. In fact, it looked as though the tavern were older than the town itself. The wood covering the walls were rotted and tinted green; they even gave off a foul smell to anyone who stood close enough. The windows, though the glass was new, the frame around it looked as though it were there for centuries. The floorboards creaked and some weren't even present, showing the ground below. Various nails stuck out through the tavern, making it a great hazard for unsuspecting drunkards. And while the place was rather shoddy, the atmosphere was still great and people enjoyed themselves.

The place was illuminated by a cheaply hung metal chandelier, the wax of the candles dripping over the floor where it swung. Alone in a corner sat a young woman. She seemed clad in leather armor judging by the way her clothing made a clunking noise as she moved, though her entirety was concealed by a long cloak. The only two things giving away her femininity were her breasts, which made two noticeable lumps over her clothing; and her long red hair, which one slightly hung out of her hood.

In one hand, she held a paper near her face. The woman appeared to be reading it under the dim light of the tavern. In her other hand was her drink- nothing but a cup of the cheapest ale. She shook the cup a bit, signalling for a bar wench to fetch her another glass.

As the wench returned, the cloaked lady reached into her cloak two hand the wench a few gold coins. The woman then returned to examining her paper.

The night’s deep darkness silenced the life on the streets, although the wind blew the sound of the tavern far. It was a beautiful melody to the man’s ears since he came from far away, therefore he was grateful for the unexpected shelter in the middle of no man’s land. The wood door’s sharp creak was the first one to greet him in this pleasent, warm place. Longing for a bed, a good wine and a woman’s company he approached the tavern’s counter. The mesmerizing fireplace allured his gaze. As soon as he received the wine from a bar wench, he immediately went to a lonely spot, while he was absorbing the atmosphere of the place. The fire’s warmth was leisurely drying his short, pitch black hair, the flames were reflecting in his emerald green eyes.

Satisfied sigh left him as he took a long sip from the bottle, wiping the trail off from the corner of his lips. He took a look at the folks, so thorough it looked as if he was searching for a particular person… his piercing eyes instantly locked on to a human, who was wraped up with a long, dark coat. The woman’s radiation couldn’t deny her feminine presence, even if she was far away. Ancel’s half smile expressed his joy about the mysteriousness emanating from the woman. It irreversibly caught his attention, and Ancel wasn’t that type of person who would let go of his desires. The woman was ceaselessly paying attention to an old, worn out piece of paper.

A bard stepped out of the crowd, and started to play a cheerful, pleasent song on his lute. A drunk adventurer picked up the innkeeper’s daughter, spinning her once as she laughed shyly - the father was, of course boiling in anger.

Ancel waited until the mysterious woman looked back at him, bonding their gazes together. He smirked, approached the female then placed his bottle of wine on her table, although he didn’t stop… investigating the woman’s face and body.

- Would you like to dance, miss?

He invited her in his deep, raspy voice.