Isnt-it-pretty
Senior Member
Dream Address: 4A00-0033-97BA
The snow fell lightly from the air as Alrinia woke up. It was long before sunrise, but that was no uncommon. Being the tavern owner was difficult task, made even worse by the lose of her husband to the plague just months before. At least she still had her son around to help.
Sighing, she crawled out of bed. The fire had gone out the night before, leaving the room at a chilling temperature. The wood creaked beneath her, and she sent a silent prayer that she would not wake any of her guests. At least if she did, there would be freshly opened barrels of ale for their enjoyment. It was almost funny how most of the men began drinking so early.
Her morning routine was the same as always. She woke up her son, instructing him to tend to the horses, before coming to help her with breakfast. By the time her guests began waking, the sun was rising.
The snow fell lightly from the air as Alrinia woke up. It was long before sunrise, but that was no uncommon. Being the tavern owner was difficult task, made even worse by the lose of her husband to the plague just months before. At least she still had her son around to help.
Sighing, she crawled out of bed. The fire had gone out the night before, leaving the room at a chilling temperature. The wood creaked beneath her, and she sent a silent prayer that she would not wake any of her guests. At least if she did, there would be freshly opened barrels of ale for their enjoyment. It was almost funny how most of the men began drinking so early.
Her morning routine was the same as always. She woke up her son, instructing him to tend to the horses, before coming to help her with breakfast. By the time her guests began waking, the sun was rising.
