[size14 The cool air of the Inn brought Faroe’s sleepy body to life in moments. His position behind the counter was one he would surely die at but that wasn’t on his mind for the moment. This would be the opening moment for the Inn Betwixt. Being the veteran of wars long forgotten had made his mind uneasy. What was his intent to harbor lost souls among those who didn’t? Was giving people a to simply “be” too much to hope for?
So many questions thumped around in his head, the male’s hands grasped his hair. With a nervous sigh and shake, he gripped the edge of the wood counter. The time for questions had long since passed, the time to serve customers was upon him. In the back of his mind, it was a certainty that once those doors opened, they would not close. Something about the thrill of meeting new people, serving new food and drinks and possibly enticing people enough to leave their cares at the door made him smile. With haste, his lanky body moved across the Inn and unlocked the front door. Now, if people wanted to come in, it was up to them.
Lighting a cigarette seemed to act as a band-aid to his shaky nerves, the fire giving him something to focus on. Ice below the counter was stocked for ready to order drinks, the kitchen stoves were ready should anyone want food. Having nothing more to do in preparation, Faroe's eyes continued to watch the door as he walked to his usual spot behind the counter. Part of him felt he should be happy, but he was honestly far too nervous for all of that. ]