The Dragon's Death

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She was dressed from head to to in a black robe.

 

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Stares bored into her as she stepped into the common room.

 

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Rough men, mercenaries, traders, the serving wenches and the whores all stared at the mysterious robed figure.

 

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She walked up to the roaring fire that roared in the hearth, shook the water from her robe, and removed it.

 

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Everyone in the room gasped.

 

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She was as tall as most men, slender and willowy, she was wering gleaming plate and mail armor. The light from the fire and the candles that lit the room ginted softly off of it.

 

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Her long brown hair was tied back, and her sharp brown eyes glittered as brightly as her armor.

 

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She looked around the room, staring intently into the occupants eyes.

 

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When her smoldering gaze reached the innkeeper, she broke into a wide friendly smile, her eyes glittered with happieness.

 

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Her smile seemed to light the whole room and everyone who saw her couldn't help but smile in return.

 

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"Innkeep, a round of ale for everyone!" she said in a strong, yet musical voice.
"Yes m'lady, right away," replied the fat, grinning, inkeeper.

 

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A space was immediately cleared for her near the fire, and she took it after hanging her cloak to dry.

 

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As she was sitting, she removed a long, elegnat sword and her small, bright shield from her back, and placed them beside her under the table.

 

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Those around her noticed that the shiel had only one decoration: a red heart.

 

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In a dark corner of the common room, a pair of grey eyes briefly glinted.

 

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After many rounds of ale, the fire began to die, the patrons began to retire to their rooms, or to leave to their own houses.

 

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The woman in the bright armor donned her heavy black robe and made her wy upstairs to the room the innkeeper had given her.

 

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As she walked down the dark, quiet hallway she stopped. She had heard the slightest squeak of a floorboard.

 

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She stopped and listened, shrugged a little and moved toward her door.

 

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As she turned the knob, the door crashed and burst into splinters! Behind it, lit only by the shadowy moon, or rather absorbing the moon's light, was a pitch black figure.