Hello Innkeeper, I'm sorry to bother you but when you have a moment may I have a drink? I offer the pleasant sting of cold air, the burn of foods much spicier than one is accustomed to and the realization that I should be doing more with my time here; thank you so much for your time.
the realization comes easy my dearest it is the acting upon it that’s hard
what looks and tastes like cinnamon whiskey but burns going down like swallowing liquid nitrogen a cold so deep you can feel your throat blistering. you gasp and a nameless shadow in the corner licks its lips
you finish the drink in one go after the first sip and the shock of cold spreads through your body waking you up better than anything with caffeine could
go and do great things my little one and when you are done or when you are weary come back home to me
