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I arrive back at the tavern just as the snow begins to fall heavily. I take a seat near the window and start smoking my pipe.
Seeing that everyone is either drunk or practically asleep, I get up to pay. The barkeeper accepts my currency warily, as he has never seen...
I take a swig of ale, and start telling my story. I weave the tiniest bit of magic into my words, and soon, the entire inn is captivated. My story...
I remember this...
I look over at this new arrival. Being slightly drunk, I laugh. "I've seen things a lot scarier then vampires in my travels. Hah!"
I watch as she walks out the door. I sit there, bemused, for a while. Then I shout: "Innkeeper! More of this ale! It's fantastic!"
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"I'm from the west," I say taking a seat at one of the tables, "But I've been traveling ever since I left home." The barman brings the drinks, and...
"Well," I say, surprised by the distrust, "My name's Damon, and it's a pleasure. As for what I'm drinking, tap ale, please."
I hang my coat to dry. "Its been ages since I've wanted to be reunited with good old inn hospitality! Thanks, what's your name?"
"Ah!" I shout. I see a dark silhouette, blurred by the snowstorm. "I'm totally lost! Do you know the directions to an inn, or someplace I could...
I call out randomly into the air, hoping that someone will hear. "Hello?! Anyone?!"
After a few minutes walking, the snow has blinded me to a few meters. "Damn it," I say, rubbing my gloves together in a vain effort to keep warm,...
I get up, brush the snow off my travel coat, tie my boots, and set off through the snow.
I sigh as my question goes unnoticed. "Fine," I say to myself. "I'll have to find my own way. To wherever I'm going..."
I light my pipe and lie down next to the fire. "Hey. Alekandre. Are you even listening?"
I pull my collar up around my face, and huddle up closer to the fire. I didn't like the unforgiving cold of Russia. I take a swig from my flask....
Now I must have sustenance (dinner). Write more later.
New part. (Part 3?)
A while later, Scott was sitting down in the dressing room opposite the crime scene, when the door swung open. Charlie and a policeman burst into...