velena_night
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- Aug 6, 2011
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It was just before nightfall and the tavern was quite, odd for this time of day. That was becoming normal however. No one would drink, eat, or stay at a place were darkness roamed in ones mind. Sitting on the bar sharping a long dagger was the owner of this tavern. She wiped the dagger on her black leather pants and sighed. Her yellow green eyes sweep to the door waiting...