The Censor and his men slowly road through the quiet streets of Merrybrook. He could still hear the revelers in Gentle Night Inn and passed the occasional villager that was late to the festivities. The would travel through the night, the Electorate had silenced the pigeons and recalled the Censors to Ayrillac. The capital was still a weeks away and while the moon was full they would need the night.
Nial groaned loudly as put his feet to the floor. The knocking at the front door of his Inn continued as he shuffled his way towards the closet. He stopped halfway when he realized that he was still in his clothes from the night before. The red stain on the front of his shirt was new, but the rest was familiar enough.
"Coming" He croaked.
He took the stairs one at a time, pausing once to steady himself. A few deep breaths through his mouth eased his belly enough to allow Nial to continue to the bottom of the stairs and towards the locked front door.
"Coming!" Nial said, as loudly as he could manage. "Please stop knocking, we will go through whatever was leftover and return it later in the day. Nothing could be this important. Please stop knocking!" Nial swung the door open, he did not recognize the face of the man who stood before him.
It was the face of a man, a young man, a warm smile spread across the man's face as Nial backed away from the door slightly and gestured for the man to enter.
"I'm in need of a room for the night."
Nial glanced at the morning sun before shutting the door and shaking his head.
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