River Rose
RIP Avicii 1989-2018
Maybe people can be good. Just maybe really. Not to vampires. Not to werewolves. Not to ghouls or ghosts. But maybe people can be good. There are people who do not think so. The lone figure standing at the edge of a small village is one of those people. If they’re even a person at all.
“The Raven has arrived!” a smaller, slighter figure yelled out. A boy, perhaps eighteen, stood beside the stoic shadow. He looked up and smiled. “Good job today, those raiders never stood a chance.” he grabbed the figure’s arm. “Now let’s get you to a tavern or inn of some sort. You need a good long rest.”
“The Raven has arrived!” the boy yelled, throwing open the tavern doors. Few people gave them glares, turning away when the imposing figure gave a warning grunt. Mostly that was how they spoke. The boy led them to the counter, next to someone who looked like they’d make pleasant conversation. “Why hello there! My name’s Phillip, what’s yours?”
“The Raven has arrived!” a smaller, slighter figure yelled out. A boy, perhaps eighteen, stood beside the stoic shadow. He looked up and smiled. “Good job today, those raiders never stood a chance.” he grabbed the figure’s arm. “Now let’s get you to a tavern or inn of some sort. You need a good long rest.”
“The Raven has arrived!” the boy yelled, throwing open the tavern doors. Few people gave them glares, turning away when the imposing figure gave a warning grunt. Mostly that was how they spoke. The boy led them to the counter, next to someone who looked like they’d make pleasant conversation. “Why hello there! My name’s Phillip, what’s yours?”
