Mordechi’s feet dragged slowly through the more sludge than snow of what seemed a frozen forest.

But [i]why[/i] did his feet drag?

Why did he move so slowly, feel so terribly lethargic? He wasn’t cold (he was never cold), he had been multitudes more exhausted before, and was still able to hunt down any beast. 

Plus, hadn’t he gotten what he wanted, ultimately? Now he could see all the places he read about, if he wanted. He could even build a library, collect his own books to read at his leisure. 

He could do almost anything he wanted now.

So then why, oh [i]why[/i], did his feet drag?

Why did he feel so soul weary?

Perhaps, for the first time, he was lonel- and then the inn appeared. 

He had unwittingly walked into what in springtime would be a meadow, but for now was coated with a layer of glittering snow, a little inn centered quaintly in the circular opening of trees. 

It looked a simple lodging, made of bricks and logs and planks, a soft orange glow coming from the windows. But more than that, much more than that, the smell of [i]food[/i]. 

Mordechai’s mouth began to water. Mordechi nearly smiled. Nearly. Perhaps he was not soul weary! Likely he was merely hungry, and the inn was sure to have food, and so he entered-

-and immediately froze at the completely absurd sight in front of him. What seemed a Kaftos Ektroma, but [i]couldn’t[/i] be, cause of the huge wings that hung from his back, was shaking some sort of furry black and white animal, and yelling something about an orb??

[color=00aeef]“Uhh…”[/color] Mordechi stared.

Was the man trying to… assert dominance over the animal?? Or something…???

Though, he supposed it didn’t really matter. All he wanted was food. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and with heavy footsteps full of snow he abled over to the bar, pulled out a stool, and sat. It seemed the bartendress was attending to the man and his… pet, at the moment, so he waited patiently to be attended to.