04-28-2014, 01:51 AM
There were people around. Not very many mind you, just a couple of patrons here and there. Jovially drinking their ale and conversating with one another, and there were wenches moving back and forth from the patrons, refilling their ale and what not. A man behind the main bar stood, where he could offer service to those that wanted to sit at the bar instead of the tables. There was a maid somewhere too, probably cleaning a mess that had undoubtedly been left in one of the rooms the night before.
All of these employees were nothing more than animated dolls though. However, Virsat was there as well, he sat at a table and tapped his fingers against it gently. His table was sitting more in the shadows, furthest from the windows that the sunlight seemed to happily stream in. When the woman entered, Virsat's body tensed and his fingers had stopped tapping at that table's surface. Though, he always tensed when people came in, even though the spell cast upon the threshold often enthralled them completely, strangers still made Virsat a bit nervous. There was always a chance that someone that entered would be able to resist the enchantment. It was a harmless enchantment really, it just made people want to stay, rent rooms and never leave.
The enchantment didn't always work, but that was rare. When the woman spoke, Virsat watched her more intently, his eyes a light reddish color. He didn't say anything though, and one of the serving wenches. A doll with empty smiles and soulless eyes, approached the woman to see what she might need. Food? A room? Virsat hoped she wanted a room. She could be another meal for his master. He shifted slightly in his seat and lowered his head a bit, letting that long hair fall forward over his shoulders.
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