NaNo 2012 chp 6
The Tired Horse was a small inn on the edge of Avrad, where the rooms were small and not very well taken care of. The owner was a small and meek young man, who stammered and hid behind his messy hair. He took the in with a meager smile and only asked for two coin when he led them to their room. It was plain and not very well furnished and there was only one bed, but it was the best room that was in the Tired Horse and it would do.
Crin wasn't sleeping well, his eyes on Sanks as he lay down and tried to sleep himself. The bed was tiny and his body was almost completely pressed against Crin's as he lay beside him, both in their undergarments. He could feel the prince's eyes on him and the thoughts churning in his head and he tried desperately to ignore them.
Of course the boy had questions, wanted to know what that was all about and if he were in any danger. He was. Sanks couldn't tell him that though. He couldn't say anything. All he could think about was blood, that man's blood. He had
NaNo 2012 chp 5Avrad was the merchants Mecca, a place where they all came to sell their wares. There were weekly markets that people traveled days for, so many of them set up shop there instead of moving their tents constantly. There were those though with their wagons covered and their mules irritable that traveled through, stopping by and setting up shop in the market field.
If you needed something, no matter how rare or strange, you could get it in Avrad. Sanks had been there many times, a few back when he was a child, though he could hardly remember that time. He had seen animals for sale there, as well as fairy slaves and changelings, trinkets, food, jewels, and a few human children. If you went after hours you could buy women, or men, for pleasure, as well as many intricate ornaments or rods. He had asked about them and had received some very disturbing information about their uses.
It was a diverse community, those with their marks all positive members of society, none of the thieves and mongr
NaNo 2012 chp 4It wasn't until the sun had fallen, lost to its daily battle to the harsh temper of the moon that they stopped walking and set up camp. Crin had been complaining constantly for the past few hours, as if he had no need for breath about how he was hungry and tired and there were blisters growing on his blisters. He had said that he hated Sanks a few times, but the man was sure that wasn't true. All that it was was that he wasn't letting the prince get his way and he didn't know how to react to that.
He was sure that he hated Crin though. He was spoiled and annoying, complaining all the time about small things that didn't bother a single one of his subjects over the age of nine. He was sitting on an upturned log, but only after he had inspected it, making sure it wasn't too dirty or old for his tastes. It probably failed but there was nothing that he could do about it. He fell upon it and pouted, wrapping his arms around himself and pouting.
Sanks picked twigs and things off of the ground