ScourMoueINn

ScourMoueINn

Sahrah tends. Sahrah tends the bar at the Inn. The ScourMoueINn. She washes dishes passes out Ale to the largesse man drinks droughts ever pays. IN the corner passing unnoticed is the small monkish man with the leer, so eye watch young Sahrah tend. When approached reproaches some nervous curses foiled. Foible but talented drinking no ale at his table but soda just impaling his eye upon Sahrah, sure he is never noticed young love never notices old want. His blemishes fails. She comes laying left on the table near the old mans soda was a Valentine Heart full of young love twisting it turning it over the old man read Sahrah loves... but the namme was failing no namme was forthcoming his misunderstanding was in thinking Sahrah never loves him, she loves everyone just the same as she tends even him. The largesse man no threat head bent half asleep full of Ale on the table. They soon all get away. Sahrah came. She stood looking inside like all young women have there own interest do. Reaching her hand out to touch once the elder mans beard. Then they left the largesse man there asleep turned the Key to the Door of the Inn. A Valentines Heart will come true. At the ScourMoueINn. Sarah tends.