[A few minutes after Pol has gone to bed, Serath is still doing some minor cleaning down stairs. When the door opens, and a tall man walks in, and closes the door behind him.]
Serath:[looking up] What can I do fo.........[he trails off as he sets his eyes on a young man dressed in a red armor, red fiery hair runs down to just above his ass. Behind him two large wings of fire slowly fades away. Over his shoulder he carries a large Metalic box. Too big for him to even carry.]
Man: Hi? ^_^ Are you the inkeeper?
Serath: uuhhh yes.
Man: Cool, [points at the box] can I put this down somewhere?
Serath: Uh sure, just set it in the corner.
Man: Ok [smiles, as he sets the box down the earth below it quakes as if an earthquake had just hit.] Phew, damn it's heavy to carry around. [goes over to the bar] I know it's pretty early, but could I have a Coke?
Serath: Certainly.
[Serath sets a glass of coca cola in front of the man.]
Serath: Might i ask your name?
Man:[emptying the glass] aahhhhh, hehe, of course my name is Reckoning.
Serath:[raising a brow] That's an odd name.
Reckoning: Yeah well it's that way, you're always named after what job you have. It's not easy being the Angel of Reckoning I tell you, well just call me Reck.
Serath:[dumbfounded]....A-a-angel..of Re-Reckoning?
Reck: Ah don't gimme that look, never saw an Angel before?
Serath:[Thinks]......well I think I have one living here, but that's just my oppinion.
Reck: Ah you dog you. Your Wife?
Serath: God I'd wish, but what are you doing?
Reck: Well I'm right now I'm actually just running an arean, one of my friends needs the contence of that box.
Serath: What's in it?
Reck: Can't tell, D. told me not to tell anyone.
Serath: D.?
Reck: My friend, his name is Darkness, but I just call him D, sound much cooler. [stands up] oh well thanks for the coke,[puts some golden coins on the table.] I better get going [reck stops for a minute, then turns around and pulls Serath a little closer, wispering] I like you, and I think you can keep a secret, the contence of the box......is a wedding armor.
[Reck pulls a big grin, and puts a finger infronts of his mouth, for Serath not to tell anyone. He then goes over, lifts the large box off the grounf and puts it over his shoulder.]
Reck: Bye, see'ya around.
[As he steps out the door two enormous and extremely gracefull fire wings fades into excistance on his back, and he takes to the sky, heading off towards the Tavern.]
Serath: Wow....you sure meets some interesting people running a Tavern.