Knock knock knock.
Late-morning sunlight sliced through the back of Marron’s eyelids and straight into his head. He moaned and turned over underneath the covers in a vain attempt to recapture uncertain dreams.
Knock knock knock!
“Jus...jussaminnit.” His eyes were sticky, and his mouth tasted like river muck and fermented pineapples. He didn’t know why. All he knew was that whoever was at his stoop was still knocking, and the sound was making his temples pound. “I said just a minute</i>--”
“No, take your time, I’ve got all day,” growled a voice from the other side of the door. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Marron opened up to find his landlord standing in the corridor.
Connor was a round man, physically in his thirties, who wore his dirty blond hair in a rough bowl cut and his beard in shaggy mutton chops that hung off his face like straw. Although he was most well-known as the proprietor of Connor’s Pub just up the avenue in Ambrotos, what most people didn’t know was that he also owned property, and had been Marron’s landlord for almost ten years. In those ten years, Marron had come to know him as a warm, jovial man whose sarcastic jokes and passion for Syballian stout had made them fast friends. Today, there was no evidence of humor about his mouth.
“G’mornin’, Marron,” Connor grunted. “Wake ye from your beauty rest?”
“Kinda….uh, come in, I guess.” Marron didn’t dare ask Connor what he wanted. The sinking feeling in his belly fancied it already knew, but he didn’t dare acknowledge it. Instead, he moved aside to allow Connor into his studio before closing the door behind him. “Can I get ye tea or somethin’?”
“You got any brewed?”“Not yet.”
"Then don’t bother. I aim to keep this quick.”
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