From her vantage point, she could see the whole common room, from the kitchen door to the front door. She traced the multi-colored orbs of glass that threw prismatic patterns against the inner walls. She followed one such rainbow as it angled down and bathed the two men at the bar in muted reds, greens, and blues.
Brandyn was on the far side of the bar, eating his breakfast off of a plate, while her Maighstir, Balgair, was sitting on the near side, on one of the tall bar stools. Like Brandyn, he was taking bites of his breakfast.
As Heather started down the stairs, she heard Brandyn speak but couldn't hear what he said. It must have been humorous because Balgair chuckled and patted the Inn Keeper on his right shoulder.
The older man flashed the younger soldier a smile and took a drink from his mug.
Heather watched as Balgair picked up his own mug and lifted it in salud. “To new beginnings,” she heard her maighstir say as she got closer to the bar.
She paused her approach and took a good lo…
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