@maidensofthewicked
It was a slower night than usual at the tavern. No festival or holiday to celebrate kept the place especially quiet, almost reverent in a sense. Eris hated it. More down time meant more work. She could only sweep the same spot on the floor before wanting to stab herself with the cracked end of her broom. Another thing she has to fix, she thought.
She instead wasted her time in her novels. The more painfully cliche to read, the better. The womer was so swept up on it’s most current cliff hanger, she barely realized someone had walked in. The voice startled her at first, making her a bit upset at herself for scaring so easily. It washed away however after looking up to see the familiar face.
“Oblivion’s reign, is that always how you make your entrance?”, she half laughed.
Olaavn was always delighted to frighten people. However, he did feel a pang of remorse for startling Eris. She was more important to him than one of those travelers. He smiled at her.
“My apologies, Eris. I have quiet feet, I’m afraid.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing here—actually, he did know; it was to relieve his loneliness and boredom. What he and Eris were going to do about it, he wasn’t sure of. Olaavn took a quick glance around the room, noting how empty it was. He preferred that.
“It’s quiet here too. I imagine you’ve been bored for a while?”
