It's been a long day, and your thoughts start to drift between the pure notes of the present moment and the connectedness of the whole of life. The basement lounge is dark and empty, even for a Thursday night. Good food and drink, a crackling fire, and the company of others - what more could any inn-goer want? One patron is so comfortable he's fallen asleep by the fire. You know when you look outside come morning, you'll see nothing but snow. Order a bite to eat, maybe a drink, lean back in your spartan but comfortable chair, and enjoy the talent of the city's top jazz performers, just feet from your table.Ī meagre fire crackles in your tent as the wind outside beats against your tent walls. (Inspired by Assassin's Creed)Ĭome in from the cold, down a flight of cement steps from the city sidewalk and through an unassuming door. The night descends on the sea and the mermaids will sing you to sleep.Ī momentary respite for a weary assassin, while the rafiq dutifully scribbles his notes, and the Holy City's evening noises seep into the courtyard. It feels like fingers digging deep into your brain as you fight for control, to control your own mind, but it is futile. Your head is filled with thoughts and memories that are not yours. MWĪ gen inspired by the film Kubo and the Two Strings. You stay focused as you swat at some wasps that you notice have came from one of many nests along the eves of the roof.
Turning off the motor, you immediatly get an unwelcome feeling and is if to agree, the wind picks up.
"Are you kidding me." You say out loud as you first have sight of the estate. "Just simply bless they house" they said. You just sit tight in the tank overnight- 2-1B will have you right as rain come morning."ĭeep within the great dunes of the Emirates. "That's a pretty rough landing you had back there.
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