Knights of Agravath

I decided to have some fun and write a really generic, awfsome scene from a fantasy novel. It's very short but I hope you still enjoy it. If you have any suggestions of how to make it awfsomer please don't hesitate to share.

Knights of Agravath

Kothr’hak pulled the hood of his cloak forward against the driving rain. The only sounds aside from the rain were the beats of Shadow’s hooves against the cobblestone pavement. He traveled between pools of light cast from streetlamps and windows as he wound his way upward toward the palace. About a mile from the palace he stopped in front of an inn. It was a small inn, small enough that it would have been taken for a house if not for the old, faded sign hanging from the eaves over the door and the raucous sounds coming from within. He stabled Shadow himself and made his way inside. The common room was particularly full this evening. Not surprising given the weather. Men liked to drown a miserable night in miserable ale while ogling serving wenches. Every now and again someone would become drunk and stupid enough to grab at one of the girls, for which they were quickly repaid with a clubbing from one of the two strongarms standing near the stairwell in the back. Kothr’hak spotted the innkeeper behind the bar. A fat, mostly bald man with a few strands of greasy hair hanging from the the sides of his scalp. Like everything else about the inn he was dirty and disreputable, but he was also discreet. Kothr’hak approached him and placed a gold piece on the counter.

Good evening sir, and what can the Cock and Baubles provide for you tonight? A mug of ale, a room, perhaps a companion for the evening?

I’ll take the ale and the room. I’ve no wish for the companionship of a fat, greasy innkeeper, but perhaps you have some information I’d be interested in.

Of course milord, and what kind of information would that be then?

A man. Tall, broad shoulders, close cropped beard. Goes by the name of Alarian. Have you seen him?

Maybe I have, and maybe I haven’t. That all depends on who’s asking.

That’s not important. When you see him you deliver a message. You tell him oaths last longer than one lifetime, and they will be observed or he will be punished. You will now give me your best ale and not disturb me. Understood?

Yes sir. Of course sir. It will be as milord desires.

With that Kothr’hak took his ale and found a seat in the corner furthest from the fireplace. It was colder there, but it was also quieter. Besides, the cold gave him an excuse to keep his hood up. He doubted anyone here would recognize him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Most importantly though it gave him a clear view of the door. He settled in to wait. Just a few more days and it would begin.