The tavern was a buzz with patrons young and old eating their first warm meal in a week, as a young woman of sixteen delivered drinks. her long honey blonde hair hung in ringlets that framed her young face allowing her baby blue eyes to stand out. A beautiful rose colored dress clung tightly to the curves-curves that caught male attention. As she walked back towards the bar she saw her brother hit across the face by a man with mud brown hair. The expression on her brother’s face could not be seen but she knew it was of true pain. Slowly the young woman turned her head to look upon her aging father. He stood like a soldier as he filled mugs with foreign ale and red wine. His once jet black hair was streaked with gray and his face was hung with wrinkles. Time was taking it’s toll upon the man that had once rocked her to sleep in his strong arms. Suddenly the memories came flooding back to her. She remembered how smooth his face had been and how happy he had been. “Father please let me take your place, you need your rest,” the girl whispered. She gently placed her hand upon his cheek and smiled faintly. “ Missara you can’t do two things at once and neither can your brother,” her father murmured. “We will manage now go.” Missara ushered her father out from behind the bar and to the steps. But as her father made his way to his room the door opened and in walked a group of you men. The first young man was very handsome with shoulder length black hair glinted with crimson and he bore himself like a noble. A tunic of royal blue hung open to reveal a clean white shirt tucked into a pair of tan breeches. But his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes could entrance anyone. Three other young men all looked identical with the same curly auburn hair that reflected the firelight and florescent green eyes that seemed to draw you in. the final young man had long chestnut colored hair that just brushed against his shoulders and he bore himself like her father. All of the young me were handsome but none of them as striking as the first and as they all made their way to the back tables, Missara stared as if in a trance.
The young man entered the Broken Heart with his friends and his body guard in tow. When he entered a cheerful site came to him almost making him smile brightly. A few young men were trying their luck at a game of faro while some soldiers
