White Wolf

The Hood

2 Years Later

BAM!
" Three loaves of bread and a a leg of lamb,"
" Well, you didn't have to smack the coins down like that " the bartender mumbled
" And a mug of cider" I dumped out two extra coins
"Alright," he said
He brought out three loaves of bread and a frozen leg of lamb.
"Your cider will be ready in a few minutes, by the way stranger what is your name?"
" All you need to know is that I am a customer," I pulled the hood over my head a little bit more.
He then turned around and brought out my cup of cider. I took a seat at a table and slowly drank my mug.
I heard some whispers around me. Specifically, a table of men with groggy voices..... probably slightly drunk. They stopped talking for a while, then they made their way to my table.
"Hello stranger whats with the hood?" one of them had a red beard and a gold tooth.
His hand reached for my hood and I pulled out my dagger and pointed it towards his giant nose.
" Don't you ever touch my hood again or I will chop of your hand,"
I then stood up, pushed his hand away, and put my dagger back in my pouch.
I took my mug to the counter and turned to leave. Lamb leg, and bread in my hands. Into the night. I saw a poster of my Missing self on a tree..... my father hadn't stopped looking.