((( Example first Tavern post; under my name so that I don't have to create a Martes profile for what will amount to 2 posts total before the character becomes free-use. ))
Martes inhaled the rich smell of pine within the tavern, only to sneeze out the dust he had just breathed in. The candles of the ceiling above flickered to life at his entrance, illuminating the well-worn tables and chairs about the room. Martes’s brow wrinkled with distaste at the new dent in his oil-polished, maple-wood floor, left, no doubt, by the steel heel from one of last night’s patron’s boots.
Careful to temporarily put the imperfection from his mind, he crossed to pick up the jar of fireflies that sat atop the hearth. He regarded them only momentarily as he opened the lid of the jar before carefully removing one. Then, jar closed once more, he flicked the insect into the fireplace.
The firefly exploded with a light pop as it collided with the stone in back of the heart, igniting the ash-free wood of the previous night’s fire once more. Carefully Martes layered a few more logs overtop the fresh blaze, and then stood up to cross over to the bar.
Setting himself on the high stool that had been his place for many years, Martes took in the room that surrounded him. The patrons would be arriving and, late as usual, the cook would soon be there to prepare that night’s meal.
Martes inhaled the rich smell of pine within the tavern, only to sneeze out the dust he had just breathed in. The candles of the ceiling above flickered to life at his entrance, illuminating the well-worn tables and chairs about the room. Martes’s brow wrinkled with distaste at the new dent in his oil-polished, maple-wood floor, left, no doubt, by the steel heel from one of last night’s patron’s boots.
Careful to temporarily put the imperfection from his mind, he crossed to pick up the jar of fireflies that sat atop the hearth. He regarded them only momentarily as he opened the lid of the jar before carefully removing one. Then, jar closed once more, he flicked the insect into the fireplace.
The firefly exploded with a light pop as it collided with the stone in back of the heart, igniting the ash-free wood of the previous night’s fire once more. Carefully Martes layered a few more logs overtop the fresh blaze, and then stood up to cross over to the bar.
Setting himself on the high stool that had been his place for many years, Martes took in the room that surrounded him. The patrons would be arriving and, late as usual, the cook would soon be there to prepare that night’s meal.
