Draft
The figure, short and slouched, wandered a curvy road, dragging upon each step.
Down to an inn sundered, broken were the doors and windows, the floors to forever creak, croaking in places of cracks.
Every attention was drawn, startledâ€"shaken.
They muttered and shifted; some left, running in haste, and some grasped their holsters, armed to teeth and nail.
Its blank eyes snapped up, glaring at every man and woman, daring.
*It was an abyss of ice and cold.*
None dared watch longer, breathe longer, even to move... or else, their souls may depart eternally.
*A demon, a demon had come there.*
Whispers silenced, dead in throats, as the creature limped to the counter, settling atop a stool.
"Get me Volcamint. Let the leaves seethe," It hoarsely said.
"Foreign or native?" asked the bartender.
"Do you dare to sell me foreign?" laughed the figure while passing over the coins.
