Trinket: The Broken Road.

Prologue.

The Tavern of "Widershanks" was quite quiet at the present moment, owing partly to the fact that it was one o'clock in the morning, and the other half owing to the fact that Widershank's Tavern was placed, rather conviently (if you are trying to drive customers away), at the top of Sunline Hill, which had installed upon it, a rather treachoriouse stone and stubble road, that owed to at least a few dozen men's wounds.
Yuilog*, the bartender, was just cleaning up after a few disgusting and repulsive mens' drink and meal, who had rather sickly, left quite large food crumbs and puddles of Leaf-Ig Juice upon the table, and, where one whipe of the hand would put the matter to right, these rurouni' failed to act. The bartender muttered to himself about it, complaining while he whiped the juice and crumbs up with his hankerchief, but alas, money was money and all to-uncommon in Widershank parts.

"Nice rurouni. The scum. They cannot even pick up after themselve's, and I cannot see what they have done to the room..--The door burst open, in halves mind you, and the bartender thrust backwards with such a fright that his enter frame shook and his head turned pale. Naturally, you can understand his surprise, he was not expecting another customer for a few days, as Widershank's Tavern was not the most familiar place, and even those who would risk the journey up the hill at this time of night, were thieves.
The clothes that the newcomer wore were of no fine fashion, being those of a farmer's, but they weren't of Widershank, which was uncommon considering the location of the tavern. The body of the man was strong and muscular, but in no way fat, being just the right size to fit inside his sleek, leather tunic without bursting it. His legs were long and slender, incased with stone boots, and leather latches that sheathed daggers and an assortment of other items that were odd in nature. His hands were partly concealed in his big ruby-red cape, and the other half being concealed within stone gloves that reached up his entire arm-length. The gloves were made of some weak stone that seemed to way a meduim ammount, but the man could lift them with ease. Now, you know that it was not the clothes that made this man so "mysteriouse" or secret. but his face. Like everything else, it seemed, part of his face was shadowed on the bottom by a hood the same color as the cape, and all you could make of the said part of his face, was a scraggly, unkept beard, which was white, and the latter part of the face was made up of a nest of unkept, dirty-white hair, with bits of twig caught in the knots of his hair, and a face that was very dirty, with blotches of caked-in dirt here and there, and small cuts and scabs lining the rest of his face. His eyes were a grey color, as if he was wise, but had hardly a soul left inside of him (for it is alwise the eyes which coneal the soul), and it seemed as if experience in one field or another had hardened his sense of emotion, not completely, but far more then that of a normal man's.
The most curiouse thing about the eyes, though, is that they put off a radiant glow of secretism, and of...crime.

"S-Sir, w-would you like something to eat and maybe a lodging?" asked
Yuilog, for he was still shaken up and the mysteriouse glow of the man did not put him at ease.

"No. I am here for a short while. I have come to take whatever horses are in the stables, I hope you do not mind." He said in a curiously gruff voice, as if he was trying to pretend as if he was mean and menacing, when he really was not.

"S-sir..those are the clients horses, in the stables."

"They will do."

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