 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
It was a bit of a way to travel for a meeting, but when Sabel had got the owl request he had been more than happy to oblige. It allowed him to get out of the city and away from eyes he felt were constantly watching him. The itchy sensation at the back of his neck was less out here, and instead fond memories followed him about the streets until he found the Three Broomsticks.
When he pushed the door open to the establishment, he almost expected to walk in on himself and his friends all those years ago, seated around their favorite table near the window. Instead, there was a grizzly man with a beard that nearly dipped into his drink. Still, Sabel smiled. The memories, and the echoes of laughter were welcome.
Closing the door behind himself, Sabel moved into the room, searching the tables. Was the explorer extrodinarie already here, or had he found some amusing alleyway to poke his nose down first?
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |