(Narrowly missing a puddle of wash water aside the Tavern door, a thinning non descript genetleman of obvious education and the gaunt look of famine. Enters the quiet tavern. To the observer he would seem to by hyper sensitive to every noise, every site.)
"'lo in here be there any abou that that could wait on a weary traveler?"
(pulling his Riding Cape further about his thin shoulders he shivers once more as if still out in the cold evening wind. a walking can of sorts in his left hand seems to calm an obvious tremor perhaps caused by his hyperec sense.)
"I will be needed a room for the best of a few days please. Tell me back there" he says wearliry while looking to the back of the bar into darkness, " Would this place be that one and the same Hollow where i have been dispatched as an School Master?"
(The empty stir of echos in the room seem to fill young Ichabod Crane with fear as he takes a seat, placing his back to warm fire burning and his eyes toward the door and bar both. Wrapping himself tightly in his cape, Oh he thinks what a good thing a glass of brandy and warm bowl of soup this eve.)
(In the Distance the loud scream of a Horse echoes through the valley as if it is being torn to shreds. The terrible noise sends Ichabod Crane deeper into the corner nearer the fireplace awaiting someone.)
"'lo in here be there any abou that that could wait on a weary traveler?"
(pulling his Riding Cape further about his thin shoulders he shivers once more as if still out in the cold evening wind. a walking can of sorts in his left hand seems to calm an obvious tremor perhaps caused by his hyperec sense.)
"I will be needed a room for the best of a few days please. Tell me back there" he says wearliry while looking to the back of the bar into darkness, " Would this place be that one and the same Hollow where i have been dispatched as an School Master?"
(The empty stir of echos in the room seem to fill young Ichabod Crane with fear as he takes a seat, placing his back to warm fire burning and his eyes toward the door and bar both. Wrapping himself tightly in his cape, Oh he thinks what a good thing a glass of brandy and warm bowl of soup this eve.)
(In the Distance the loud scream of a Horse echoes through the valley as if it is being torn to shreds. The terrible noise sends Ichabod Crane deeper into the corner nearer the fireplace awaiting someone.)