the wanderer went back to the tavern time by time
her face lit up whenever she was there
she even stuck around after the sun went to sleep
then she would always observe the last few visitors
but this time it was different
"you, come over here" one of the visitors said
the wanderer was asked about a matter
the wanderer politely declined and took a step back
they pulled her back to their conversation
and again the wanderer was asked
the wanderer gave in and tried to speak
silence
she tried again
but all that came out of her mouth was air
the visitors were confused
"are you ok?" some asked
the wanderer closed her eyes and kept trying
but no sound was heard
when she opened her eyes the visitors were leaving the tavern
they were still talking about the matter
the wanderer tried to catch up to them
but they were too far ahead
running was useless
the difference between their big steps compared to her small steps were too great
the tavern is no longer a place for fun
it is a place full of complexity
