"Quickly! Put up the bars!" A burly tavern keeper cried out as she dashed into a small tavern, panting heavily,
A basket of vegetables was clutched tightly to her bosom and an anxious look flashed through her eyes.
There were two workers already at the ready and the moment she gave the order, they rushed to fetch a large wood which they carried over to the door.
Just as they were about to bar the door shut, a hand stopped the door from closing completely.
The eyes of the two workers widened in horror and the entire tavern fell into silence.
"Just a moment." A low voice said, pushing the door back open,
The old wooden door produced a rickety sound like it would fall of it's hinges any day now.
A sigh of relief sounded from one of the workers as a man strode in, clad in black robes and a hood.
"It is only you, Kaz." The worker murmured in relief, stepping aside to let the man through.
