Adventures in Avyrith

"The cold, hard truth"

"Sit down please Ms. Bird" he said, in a rather monotone voice, which was demanding, yet only asking at the same time. When some one like him says something to you, you can't think of anything to do, but to do it, so I sat.
"May I ask a question, sir." I asked
"Yes, and skip the formalities please." He said, irritability, still shuffling through paper work.
"How did I get home?" I said, and relaxed a little bit.
"The same way as last time." He said. "I sent a few people to get you when you didn't come back within a week."
"Oh." I said. A few moments passed where neither of us dared to say something that would shatter the fragile silence.
"Do you have anymore questions? Normally you have more than one." He said, scaring me out of my wits. I had almost fallen asleep. The room was filled with a solemn, tense atmosphere.
"No." I said.
"Okay. I have something to say." He said. I felt panic spread through me, when he says something like that, it's never good. "You regret to inform me, that you did not retrieve the crystal?" He asked. I gulped and nodded. "I am sorry Ms. Bird, but you have left me no choice."
"It's okay." I said.
"I hope you understand." He said, standing up in his seat now. I took off my hat and held it by my side in my left had.
"Yes sir." I said, and left the room. I stepped out into the library, feeling the tears coming, but holding them back even though it burned my throat. Finally recovering, I continued through out Prateorium Museum without stopping. Although it was normal to see people like me walking through the museum, it was not normal to see one with such haste. Normally, before going on an adventure, I draw it out as long as possible, doing as much research as I possibly can. But not today. I had been fired. I reached the giant hall that contained the check in area, and a giant T-Rex dinosaur skeleton, and a small mass of people, but not too many things. The polished floor reflected the giant dome that was the ceiling. I walked quickly to the doors at the front, and pushed it open, feeling the cool breeze from the outside ruffling my hair. The masses of people who were passers by, gave me weird looks. I was definitely not one of them, in their starched, expensive clothing. I was dirty, tired, sweaty, and injured. However, I payed them no mind. I hurried on my way, boots clacking on all of the stone steps on the way down from the museum. I finally reached the pavement. I hurried down the street to my small apartment. It was small, but it was perfect for one person.
I shoved the key in the lock to my room, and and pulled open the door. I knew I was never going back there, and I would never get my job back. I sat down and leaned against the door, not even bothering to turn the lights on. The tears started spilling. I pulled my knees to my chest and embraced them, and my head crashed down on top. My hat was strewn on the ground in front of me. My whole life was lost in despair, and I had nothing to do but to dwell on it. I was lost in a pit of self pity.