Cat posting Eliza Ashvale, rtb has me on my tippy toes guys

Before the day begins.

Smoke rises in the tavern.

A soft crackling echoes through the dark room, where a quiet man rises from his seat with a tired grunt.

He brushes his hair back and slowly lets his sharp gaze glide over the wood like a hawk over a minefield.

But they are only tables.

With an almost relieved sigh, as if remembering where he is, he lifts the corner of his mouth for a second and throws his shirt over his shoulders.

Taking a deep drag on his pipe, he slowly walks toward the door to unlock it to begin a new day in the peaceful village.