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 Posted @ 7:29 pm Feb 24, 2008 •
An old, rusty two story Inn stands along the shore of the port. This Inn available for those who need a place to eat, rest, or just socialize. The owners are an elderly couple and their young son, Markos. Within this building there is a small restaurant that serves traditional ocean breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There is also a lounge, which also includes the front desk. The upper floor consists of five rooms, one being the master suite for the more wealthy visitors. The owners, and there family live in the lower level, or basement, which is off limits to everyone.
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Posted @ 7:40 pm Feb 24, 2008 •
Markos sat on a tall wooden stool behind the front desk of the Inn. His golden eyes gazing out of a fogged up window at the gleaming ocean. The ocean reflected an orange palate of colors as the sun slowly met its resting place behind the horizon. Markos worked the night shift at the Inn, because his parents were in a different time zone. They work the day times in the realm. The Inn was completely empty at the moment, except for a younger couple dinning by the fire place, so there was really no one around that he could speak too. So rather then spending his time hopelessly behind the counter he watched sailors loading and unloading a medium sized boat on the colorful ripples of the ocean.
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Markos
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