Old Empire Citizen
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ALCIUM. THE LEMONGRASS LADY.
A flock of sparrows flitted through the gray, overcast sky. The day was chilly. Creaking wagon wheels thumped over street stones, pulled by sluggish horse. A man stepped in a puddle as he crossed the street, grumbling at the dampness soaking his shoe as a distant laugh cackled over unrelated happenings. A woman entered the street from a store exit, and a man stopped to let her pass by. He kept on walking along the edge of the Inn passed a fogged glass window caked with dust until he reached the door, opened it and entered.
Inside, libations reigned. Warm merriment roared out the opened door until it closed, containing it inside. Frivolity rolled like the waves of the sea throughout the space, pleasantly filling all levels and corners to their comfort. There lacked no niche of choice, every man's community compartmentalized by group. And on the second floor, at a twin-chaired single table at the edge of the railing overlooking the tavern, sat a lone moderately armored and bearded man with a mug and a plate of bread.
Ruždija kneaded the morsel in his fingers, digging a dirty nail into the cracking bread piece and peeling away the burnt edges while he mulled over a mouthful in listless thought. Staring down at a group of rowdy men, he stilled his jaw to pause at different points of their conversation to selectively listen when curiosity took him. Gulping down a dried hunk, he licked his lips and reached for his mug of ale and sipped a swig before clopping it back down on his table. Occasionally boring of the group, his eyes would wander until they rested on some decorative elk head in haunting candle-light or diving neckline of perspiring cleavage. Nearby voices blurred in the background, debating governance and the Empire's factions of thought. Only just then did words and phrases ring with clarity, from parliament to mages want power.