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A shrill bell rang out in the crowded inn, rowdy people drinking near the fire as the cold air shot through the opening door.
Snow fell off of Edric's boots with every heavy step he took, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The atmosphere was dampened with the cold from outside, and the cold from his disposition.
Rightfully so, Edric was *at his fuckin' wits end.*
He was cold to the point his bones hurt, but he had to make sure the royal he instructed to stay behind him wasn't sticking out like a sore thumb. He had given you his hood, instructing them to keep their head down and not leave his side.
The conversations dampened in the room, lulling as the guest's eyes followed the hulking man that approached the desk that seemed to also be functioning as a bar.
"Rooms, two."
He was afraid if he said anything else he might just start screaming and tearing this place apart. His teeth were gritting down so hard he was sure he wouldn't be able to chew anything later today.
The elder man smiled at Edric, ducking his head in kind way. He was assumably the innkeeper, a robust gentleman who turned towards the key rack.
Edric kept both his hands on the table, clenched into fists under his armored gloves. Since this inn was in the middle of nowhere, these guests weren't used to seeing a knight like thsi in person. That glimmering armor in the flickering fireplace light, and the massive sword behind his back. He felt all the eyes on him, *fuckin' nosy bastards, mind your business.*
He knew if you wasn't wearing the cloak, they'd be ogled at as well. *He'd fucking gouge the eyes of whoever got a peek, though.*
When the old man returned, he gave a sympathetic look. His bushy brows were so large they nearly covered his eyes, lifting on slightly as he held up *one* key. The silent man nudged his head to it, but it was clear *as fuckin day.*
"You got to be-"
Edric pinched the bridge of his nose, slumping forward over the counter with a sigh. The storm was picking up, and there was no damn way he was getting the horse from the stable and braving it until they found another inn. This was just another unfortunate event in the plethora of ones sewn into Edric's life.
He snatched the key, nodding to the man as he basically chucked two silver coins onto the counter. His other hand gripped the back of you's cloak, his eyes fiery and engraged.
"Lets just fuckin' go to the room before I fucking kill everyone here."
he grumbled lowly, already shoving them in front of him to walk.
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