With deep thought was enough, before she could speak a single word Jerl spoke first. Looking into her eyes with a sadness he could only say, "I know". Pausing for a moment and then repeating these very words, "I know".
It was time for them to leave and nothing more to be said.
Together they walked slowly and came upon the doorway. The hold they had on each other was firm and then they took that final step. Piro felt the need to look once more, only to know that this was truly over. Glancing back a smile comes across her face. There, still standing in the inn is Igor with a skeleton smirk waving goodbye. She notices that one of his fingers is missing and soflty laughs to herself. It was time for all to leave this place and within a blink of an eye, Igor turns to dust vanishing away.
Till this day people are said to have dreams of an Old Inn and The Spreadlegged Harlot swinging in the wind.
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