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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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Date: 2019-07-04 12:25 am (UTC)He reached in and broke off a small piece of cake. Crawley couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything, but the angel made the act look fun. He touched it with the tip of his tongue.
"What is it?"