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guardianofeden) wrote2019-06-25 09:30 pm
guardianofeden) wrote2019-06-25 09:30 pm
In which we revisit the year 0AD
The orders had been simple enough, he had thought. Make your way to a small village - three days ride from where he'd been living for the past couple of years - find the Inn within, and rent the last room for the night. More instructions would come, he'd been told, and that he must make his way post-haste. It was of terrible importance.
Which was how he found himself, with the sun just beginning to set over the horizon, making his way into the small establishment and weaving his way through the small dining room toward the owner. He could smell the wonderful meals being served to the patrons, and they made his mouth water as he stood patiently, a plate of something filled with honey and figs and nuts wafting by his nose as one of the staff made her way through the room. Oh, he would have to try some of that, most definitely!
The owner was brusque, but not unkind as Aziraphale gave him the gold pieces for the room, and the transaction completed, he moved gracefully through the tables until he found the only empty one in the far corner of the room. It must have been a very well-run venture, to be so busy this late into the evening. He waved down the friendly woman who'd been carting around orders and ordered 'Whatever that most delightfully-scented sweet thing is, and a jug of wine, please,' and settled in as she shuffled off to prepare the food.
Which was how he found himself, with the sun just beginning to set over the horizon, making his way into the small establishment and weaving his way through the small dining room toward the owner. He could smell the wonderful meals being served to the patrons, and they made his mouth water as he stood patiently, a plate of something filled with honey and figs and nuts wafting by his nose as one of the staff made her way through the room. Oh, he would have to try some of that, most definitely!
The owner was brusque, but not unkind as Aziraphale gave him the gold pieces for the room, and the transaction completed, he moved gracefully through the tables until he found the only empty one in the far corner of the room. It must have been a very well-run venture, to be so busy this late into the evening. He waved down the friendly woman who'd been carting around orders and ordered 'Whatever that most delightfully-scented sweet thing is, and a jug of wine, please,' and settled in as she shuffled off to prepare the food.
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Not all that surprising. It was, after all, a nice night and there were happy people and good food. All the sorts of things Aziraphale liked. The demon Crawley, however, was not having a fantastic night, such as it was. He would be the first to tell you that he was not in any sort of mood to talk about it with anyone, but that would have been the biggest and boldest of lies1. In fact, the person he would have enjoyed complaining about his rather lousy evening with had just decided to step into the Inn he had dropped by in, only to find that they couldn't even offer him a room. And it was his fourth Inn.
"You're not part of the convention that's in town, are you?" Crawley asked. "Because nowhere in this entire town has a room available. Not even one, and I will tell you, I have been looking."
1 - Within the last hour, at least.
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