...the customer is always...

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and yet another one for circe_tigana's 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods challenge

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These pirates were like empty pits, and their screams for food and ale approached something like desperation. The tavern owner thought it hard to remember any other time when he'd seen faces so hungry.

He's no stranger to starvation; but in these men it was sharper than that of the cripple, and more merciless than that of street children.

He grips the coin worriedly; the pirates are leaving his tavern, eyes wild and unsatisfied. He rubs his thumb over the gold surface, could almost sense his blood on the coin, and he can't seem to wipe the promise from it.

Comments

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Well done for both drabbles. I just can't do short.

Gina

[linaelyn.livejournal.com]

OOooer. I like. I like.

Why am I picturing Barliman Butterburr? and the Pirates as Nazgul?

"Have ye room for Nine weary travellers? And stabling for our fell beasts?"

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thank you! (heh, the only thing I *can* do is short...)

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thank you! and ...huh. lotr crossover?? =)