Flight from Blackwater Village

Tanya watched the last of her customers leave for the evening as she polished her bar top. The only customer left was still sitting in the same chair she’d found six hours ago. In that time, she’d never put her hood down and stayed huddled over her drink, but Tanya knew who she was all the same. It troubled her greatly to see the traveler like this. It didn’t sit right. She and everyone else in the town that knew the traveler from years ago, but out of respect they let her be. It was obvious she didn’t want attention. Continue reading “Flight from Blackwater Village”