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The Inn: Watch Where You Sit
By Mr. Pec
A weary traveler entered the Inn and ploped himself down on a barstool. He
ordered a beer and started to give the lovely barmaid an eyeful.
"Best you watch who you stare at in here, Mister," said the bartender.
"Oh yea, says who?" snapped the traveler, never taking his eyes off the
wench's healthy cleavage.
"The name is Keep, and you best take my words to heart." Finally the man
looked back at the bartender.
"Why, you going to do something about it," he said threateningly.
"Oh no, I'm a peaceful man. But the last man who came in here staring at the
ladies didn't fare so well."
The traveler rolled his eyes and turned on his stool to lean on the bar and
watch the barmaid. "Uh, huh. You can see I'm really concerned."
"Yes, I see that," Keep said, and continued to wash mugs. Several minutes
passed and the traveler watched the barmaid's every move. Eventually she
disappeared into the kitchens, and he was left with no one to stare at. He
turned back to Keep and dropped his empty mug on the bar.
"Fill 'er up, barkeep." He did as ordered and took the man's coin. After the
traveler took his first sip, he cocked an eyebrow at Keep.
"So what happened to this 'other guy?'"
"Well, sir, since you asked, he was sitting on that very stool and was
staring at the magnificent breasts of a powerful sorceress. Now even I'll
admit they were fine breasts, but the sorceress didn't take to kindly to
having his all over her. When she noticed him, she stood up, pointed a finger
and said, 'stare on, and face that which you desire!'" Keep lowered his
finger and dropped another mug in the sink. The traveler continued to look at
him with a look of boredom.
"So, then what?"
"She left. The man seemed petrified with fear and didn't move for a few
minutes. Eventually the mood of the room returned to normal, and so did the
man. I served him another ale and he joked about the sorceress' lack of
rhyming ability." Keep looked up and saw the traveler had averted his gaze to
look upon the barmaid once more, who was at the end of the bar filling her
tray with drinks. Keep continued his story undaunted.
"The man came in here for the next three days, and every night he would stare
at every woman he could, almost like he couldn't help it. Then on the fourth
night, he came in and told me he thought he had a fever. Apparently he'd been
sweating all day long. I poured him a drink in an effort to cool the heat on
his brow."
The traveler turned away on his stool as the barmaid moved among the tables
once more. "Uh, huh. Yeah," he mumbled.
Keep paused to pour a drink for the thin man who had heard him telling a tale
and walked over to the bar. This man looked at the bartender with curious
eyes, and Keep felt obliged to continue.
"The night went on as normal. I served drinks and the man stared at women.
His fever never abated though, and soon he spoke of being tired. Just then, a
lovely female cleric entered, and his eyes locked on her. As she sat down and
his eyes followed, he said he figured he could stay a bit longer."
The traveler reached back and put down an empty mug, never taking his eyes
off the barmaid, who had just now taken notice of his gaze. She blushed and
continued about her work, as the traveler flipped a copper coin over his
shoulder onto the bar. Keep filled the flagon once more, and soon it was back
in the man's hand.
"What happened to the man with the fever," asked Hibber, a local woodsmith
who had entered during the tale and been engrossed by it. The thin man nodded
as well, desiring more of the story.
"He stared at the cleric for about 15 minutes, and when I offered to refill
his mug, I got no response from him. Looking into his face, he seemed
mesmerized, and I realized he wasn't even staring at the cleric at all. His
eyes seemed to be glazed over. I called for my doorman to take him home, and
as he walked over, he gave a shout."
"Dammit," uttered the traveler. "Stupid kitchen," Keep noticed the barmaid
was nowhere to be seen, and the traveler hung his head low, still facing away
from the bar. Keep shook his head.
"Well?" asked the thin man. Keep noticed another pair of ears on the other
side of the traveler, and continued his story to the three men facing him.
"I looked over at the man, and I swear right before my eyes his hair grew
from his head like wild vines. I ran around the other side of the bar and
stood next to my doorman as we both watched an amazing transformation
overtake the gentleman.
"His hair soon came down over his shoulders, turned honey-blonde and curled
like springs. His face reshaped into a narrow shape, with large eyes and a
petite nose. His lips grew full and his eyes turned from the darkest brown to
the brightest blue. It was then that I realized what that sorceress had done
after all."
"Ah, fresh meat," said the traveler, drawing the eyes of all four men around
him. They followed his gaze to the door where a lovely Amazon had just
entered. All four sighed and Keep resumed his tale.
"You see, the sorceress had chosen her words well. 'Stare on, and face that
which you desire,' she had said, and that was what the man had done, and was
going to do. He had continued to stare at women, and for that offense he
would face the rest of his life as one.
"Even his clothes shifted around his body as he changed, and after only a few
minutes, gone was the dirty man I had served, and what remained was a lovely
maiden in a cotton dress and leather tunic."
A series of exclamations came from the men, who were still digesting the
story told to them.
"What happened to her?" asked Hibber.
"Well, as soon as the transformation was complete, her eyes filled with life
once more and she stood up from the stool. She held herself just like a
proper young lady, and she looked around with curiosity. Then all of a
sudden, she looked at me and spoke.
"'Are you the owner of this Inn?' she asked. Though surprised, I replied to
the affirmative and she said that she was looking for work. My doorman and I
had glanced at each other for a moment, then back at her and she smiled. I
realized she was an innocent now, her mind having been completely altered by
the sorceress, and she deserved a second chance at life.
"I sent the doorman back to his position and escorted the lady into the
kitchens. There I introduced her to my wife and took her into my employ."
The eyes of the three men widened and they glanced quickly at the blonde
barmaid. Keep chuckled and they looked back at him.
"No, that's not her," he said with a smile.
"G'evening, Keep!" came a chipper voice from the entrance. The men turned to
face it and saw a lovely, honey-haired woman with the brightest blue eyes
they'd ever seen. She walked on by them all and into the kitchens, announcing
to the barmaid that she'd be out in just a couple of minutes.
"Okay, Anabelle!" the barmaid shouted.
The three men looked back at keep with wide eyes.
"She really is a very good barmaid, but she's found a man and will be leaving
us soon. But no worry, seems her replacement has just arrived."
The three men looked to the door and saw no one but the dozing doorman. Then
a blast of air hit their faces and they turned away momentarily. When they
looked up again, they saw the last stages of a glowing transformation.
Chainmail melted into a cotton shirt that rested on slender shoulders, and a
skull cap evaporated, leaving a gold ribbon tied around thick red hair. A
long dress appeared in a puff of sparks, and a leather belt appeared and
tightened against a narrow waist.
All three listeners stared with mouths agape as they realized this lovely
woman before them had once been the rude traveler between them. The thin one
passed a hand over her face and got no reaction from her.
"Forgot about the wind," Keep mumbled.
"What . How?" asked the third listener, a dark-haired man with broad
shoulders.
"I warned the gentleman," Keep said. Six eyes looked at him curiously.
"It seems when the sorceress cast her spell, she also cursed the barstool the
man had been sitting on." He motioned to the stool the woman was on. "That
stool."
The three men all backed away slightly, as if the curse extended beyond the
seat. Looking as close as they dared, the red-haired woman was sitting on a
plain wooden stool.
"Now any man who sits in it and stares to long at any woman, will become a
woman himself. That's how I got Natasha." Keep nodded to the barmaid, who was
joking cheerily with a group of Rangers.
The men all sat down and scratched their head or rubbed their chin or took a
sip of ale. Several long seconds passed before anyone spoke.
"So what happ ." started the thin one.
"Excuse me," a lovely alto voice cut in. "Are you the owner of this Inn?" It
was the former traveler, now facing Keep and leaning against the bar.
"Yes, I am," Keep replied with a smile.
"Well, my name is Tysha, and I've just come to town looking for work ." She
trailed off, a little unsure. Keep continued to grin.
"Very well, Tysha. Welcome to my establishment. Natasha!" he called,
summoning the dark-haired barmaid.
"Natasha, would you take Tysha in the back and introduce her to Pell and
Anabelle. She needs to be fed and given a bed right away."
Natasha smiled and took Tysha's hand, leading her to the kitchens. Keep
smiled as the girls went off together.
"I tell you, Keep," stated Hibber. "Never a dull moment in this place!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, my friend. Another drink?"
Hibber looked into the mug he hadn't realized was empty and chuckled. Setting
it down and taking up the new, full mug, he drank deep.
"What else happens in this place?" asked the dark-haired man.
"Well, let me tell you the story of that stool you're sitting on," Keep said
with a glance. The man jumped to his feet and stepped away from the seat.
Hibber and Keep laughed heartily, and the bartender apologized, saying that
stool was fine.
A little unsure, the dark-haired man took his mug and sat in the stool on the
other side to Hibber. Keep poured the thin man another drink as well and
started into another of his many tales.
The End
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