[Early in the afternoon, Ellie is sitting in the Immortal Duke, looking tired as she sips a beer. The mood is subdued, and people seem to be talking quietly. Ellie herself is counting some torches - she has a large bag she pulls a few from, placing them into a wooden box. Every five torches she puts a few tallies on a sheet of paper. Apparently she’s helping out before the Long Night.
After she finished the bag, she sighs and looks to the innkeeper.]
Sixty-three here.
[He nods and takes the sheet that Ellie hands to him, then ducks into the back room, leaving his wife to staff the bar. Ellie sighs and rubs her eyes with one hand. Fuck.]
my feet are burning and the clock don’t seem to be turning - December 27th
After she finished the bag, she sighs and looks to the innkeeper.]
Sixty-three here.
[He nods and takes the sheet that Ellie hands to him, then ducks into the back room, leaving his wife to staff the bar. Ellie sighs and rubs her eyes with one hand. Fuck.]
A week in this inn is going to be fucking crazy.