December 12, late afternoon
Red Dragon Inn, Room 18
It didn't take very long for Glenn to pack the remainder of his things from the Red Dragon Inn back into his large wooden steamer trunk. The tedious process of moving out had begun a few weeks ago, when he'd started fixing up the barn that Rena had offered to sell him. Slowly but surely, more and more of his possessions (meager as they were) had migrated to the barn. His tools first, of course, since the barn provided him with more space to ply his craft then his tiny, cramped room in the inn. Then, more and more of his clothing made its way over, as the amount of time he was spending there increased. The newspapers and magazines he read on occasion, which he used to deposit on his desk or his dresser, were being dropped off at the barn as well. Not to mention his designs, sketchbook, samples of materials, and books of poetry he had borrowed from the RhyDin Public Library. The clutter vanished from his room, as his possessions vanished, and soon there was little more there than a couple of days worth of clothing, his knapsack, and that chest, filled with things he didn't use everyday but still wanted to keep around.
The previous night's events had merely...hastened the inevitable. When he left the inn, he immediately knew it was too late to go where he wanted to go. He wanted to visit his friends. He wanted to visit Carley. But it was the middle of the night, and he didn't think of any of them would have appreciated his dropping by so unexpectedly. So instead, he called a carriage, and, at a premium price because of the distance and the lateness of the journey, made his way back to his barn, where he spent most of the night planning his final escape from the Red Dragon Inn. Signs were made, and the next day, once Glenn had woken up, eaten, and caught up on some of his projects, he headed back into the city and posted his fliers. Then, he headed back to the Inn, to pack up the rest of his goods.
Once everything was inside that steamer trunk, and after one last check to make sure he had taken everything of his out of the room, he dragged his chest into the hallway. A familiar figure was walking by at that moment: Jarvis, one of the kitchen staff members. He was removing his over-sized kitchen smock, apparently in a hurry to leave the Inn for the day. He stopped when he saw Glenn struggling with the weight of his luggage, and itched his freckly nose.
?Where are you going?? Jarvis asked dispassionately. He threw the smock over his shoulder and folded his arms.
?I'm moving out. I just can't...take it. Here.? Glenn stopped pushing the trunk, long enough to wave a hand in the air.
?Oh. That's too bad.? Arms still folded, a neutral expression on his face, Jarvis still showed no signs of an emotional reaction to Glenn's words, positively or negatively.
?Yeah. Would you, uh, mind getting out of my way? This thing's really heavy.?
?No problem.? Suddenly, Jarvis' face seemed to soften a bit. ?Did you need some help with that?? he asked, gesturing towards the chest.
?Uh, yeah. Actually, that would be good. Here, take this end.? After tying the smock around his waist, Jarvis took one end of the trunk, while Glenn grabbed the opposite side. With great patience, care, and effort, they manage to haul the steamer trunk down the staircase, out through the front of the inn, and onto the street. The effort left both of them panting a bit, with sweat dappling their faces. Jarvis removed the smock from around his waist and wiped his forehead off. While he was doing that, Glenn started to root through his coin purse, looking for change to pay the boy. Jarvis shook his head and waved him off, once he saw what Glenn was up to.
?You don't have to do that. Consider it a...holiday present. Of sorts. I hope we'll see you back here someday, sir.?
?Yeah, me too.? Glenn turned around, away from Jarvis and the inn's front porch, and stood near the edge of the sidewalk with his steamer trunk, trying to hail a carriage. When one finally arrived and picked him up, Glenn didn't look back once at the Inn as the vehicle began its trip south of the city.
Red Dragon Inn, Room 18
It didn't take very long for Glenn to pack the remainder of his things from the Red Dragon Inn back into his large wooden steamer trunk. The tedious process of moving out had begun a few weeks ago, when he'd started fixing up the barn that Rena had offered to sell him. Slowly but surely, more and more of his possessions (meager as they were) had migrated to the barn. His tools first, of course, since the barn provided him with more space to ply his craft then his tiny, cramped room in the inn. Then, more and more of his clothing made its way over, as the amount of time he was spending there increased. The newspapers and magazines he read on occasion, which he used to deposit on his desk or his dresser, were being dropped off at the barn as well. Not to mention his designs, sketchbook, samples of materials, and books of poetry he had borrowed from the RhyDin Public Library. The clutter vanished from his room, as his possessions vanished, and soon there was little more there than a couple of days worth of clothing, his knapsack, and that chest, filled with things he didn't use everyday but still wanted to keep around.
The previous night's events had merely...hastened the inevitable. When he left the inn, he immediately knew it was too late to go where he wanted to go. He wanted to visit his friends. He wanted to visit Carley. But it was the middle of the night, and he didn't think of any of them would have appreciated his dropping by so unexpectedly. So instead, he called a carriage, and, at a premium price because of the distance and the lateness of the journey, made his way back to his barn, where he spent most of the night planning his final escape from the Red Dragon Inn. Signs were made, and the next day, once Glenn had woken up, eaten, and caught up on some of his projects, he headed back into the city and posted his fliers. Then, he headed back to the Inn, to pack up the rest of his goods.
Once everything was inside that steamer trunk, and after one last check to make sure he had taken everything of his out of the room, he dragged his chest into the hallway. A familiar figure was walking by at that moment: Jarvis, one of the kitchen staff members. He was removing his over-sized kitchen smock, apparently in a hurry to leave the Inn for the day. He stopped when he saw Glenn struggling with the weight of his luggage, and itched his freckly nose.
?Where are you going?? Jarvis asked dispassionately. He threw the smock over his shoulder and folded his arms.
?I'm moving out. I just can't...take it. Here.? Glenn stopped pushing the trunk, long enough to wave a hand in the air.
?Oh. That's too bad.? Arms still folded, a neutral expression on his face, Jarvis still showed no signs of an emotional reaction to Glenn's words, positively or negatively.
?Yeah. Would you, uh, mind getting out of my way? This thing's really heavy.?
?No problem.? Suddenly, Jarvis' face seemed to soften a bit. ?Did you need some help with that?? he asked, gesturing towards the chest.
?Uh, yeah. Actually, that would be good. Here, take this end.? After tying the smock around his waist, Jarvis took one end of the trunk, while Glenn grabbed the opposite side. With great patience, care, and effort, they manage to haul the steamer trunk down the staircase, out through the front of the inn, and onto the street. The effort left both of them panting a bit, with sweat dappling their faces. Jarvis removed the smock from around his waist and wiped his forehead off. While he was doing that, Glenn started to root through his coin purse, looking for change to pay the boy. Jarvis shook his head and waved him off, once he saw what Glenn was up to.
?You don't have to do that. Consider it a...holiday present. Of sorts. I hope we'll see you back here someday, sir.?
?Yeah, me too.? Glenn turned around, away from Jarvis and the inn's front porch, and stood near the edge of the sidewalk with his steamer trunk, trying to hail a carriage. When one finally arrived and picked him up, Glenn didn't look back once at the Inn as the vehicle began its trip south of the city.