I held unto the paper tightly and heavily sighed, I could easily ask one of the creatures here but they sadly don't like me... Or humans for that matter. I and to look for it for eat myself which could take years, I didn't even had the energy to look around that long so I gathered all of my courage and walked over to a short Elf.
Even thought this elf looked like a little girl I read too much books to know that they stay youthful for centuries. I looked at her solemnly locking our eyes together, she wasn't the least bit surprised or scared.
"What?" She said in an irritated sound
"Do you know the directions to a place called Ash Pub?"
"I do know but what does that have to do with you?" She chuckled a little bit in her sentence.
"I obviously want to know the directions" I said in an irritated voice of my own, this was getting quite annoying I just wanted to know directions.
"Go down. Turn to your left." She said vaguely
"Thank you, that wasn't so hard was it?"
"Yes, it was."
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When I arrived in front of the pub I was absolutely amazed by the outside structure. From the outside it looks folksy, well maintained and pleasant. Hardwooden planks and hardwooden beams make up most of the building's outer structure.
It's tough to see through the small, curtained windows, but the excitement from within can be felt outside.
As I entered the Pub through the old, hardwooden door, you're welcomed with dirty, disgusting stares and the rinkle of the doorbell.
The bartender was pouring a drink for a customer and made no effort to acknowledge my presence.
and the rinkle of the doorbell.
Ignoring the fault of that it was charming inside as it is on the outside. Sqaured, stone beams support the upper floor and the torches attached to them. The walls are littered with all sorts of memorabilia, though whether they're collected or donated is uncertain..
The Pub itself is packed. Locals seem to be the primary clientele here. Several long tables are occupied by seperate groups of people, all enjoying themselves, but they keep to themselves. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who seem to be close with the owner, though they happily welcome their kind among their midst. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied.
I reluctantly sat down and sat Cosily in the worn out wooden chair, No one waiter or waitress came to greet me. I sighed and shook my head and stood up and as I did I felt the dirty stares once again. I went to the counter and signed up for the event, the bartender eyes had a hint of hatred as he wrote my name and told me to go take a seat and wait for thee event to start.
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It was hours before the event started and when it did A series of horrible singers took the stage, I even chuckled at how horrible they sounded. My name was called of course and when I took the stage the creatures didn't like it much they cursed in whispers and groaned at me. Even though all of this I started to sing As I lift my head up and open my mouth, my voice escalates with every tune that comes out. The soothing words bounce off of my tongue and release the tension held within. Even if the sounds aren't perfect or correct When stressed nothing helps me more than singing. My passion for singing comes from deep within my soul, mind and heart. When I sing, I sing with all of me, putting everything I can into it. I have always had a great passion for singing, ever since I was young. Although I am shy and still get nervous and shaky in front of others, in my own time, singing is my cigarette, my alcoholic drink, my escape from all the anger and the pain.
After I finished singing the creatures that were once groaning were looking at me with immense pleasure. Then, all at once they started to clap every single one of them and even the competitors knew that I was the one who won. I shyly shuffled of the stage and approached the counter receiving my rewards I ordered something to eat.
But little did I know someone very important was in this pub...