SOMEHOW the surroundings of The Tavern seemed both familiar and alien at the same time. It was like the building had moved a number of metres in a certain direction so that the scenery outside the window was different.
“What the heck just happened?” the man exclaimed to his partner.
The woman seated at the same table replied with, “We shifted off the road. There must be a caravan coming.”
“How?” the man asked. “What do you mean ‘shifted’?”
“The building can move,” answered the woman. “That’s the whole reason we’re visiting The Tavern. To experience travel.”
“That’s a joke. Buildings don’t move.”
“But you saw it yourself, didn’t you?”
“That must have been a magical trick. Someone put up a magical barrier on the window and changed what the outside looks like.”
The woman picked up the cherry from her drink as she said, “Disbelievers are going to disbelieve. Why not take a walk outside and see for yourself?”
“I think I will. Hah! Let’s see this moving tavern do the tango while we’re here.”
After finishing their drinks, the man and the woman exited the main archway of The Tavern and walked around the building. The dirt road that the building had hitherto situated itself upon was not to one side of The Tavern, and indeed there was a caravan moving down the road.
The man said, “A magical trick. The building shifted a few metres. A cheap shot.”
The woman looked up at the bright sky to gauge the time before she said, “We better get inside. The Tavern is due to travel to another world in mere minutes.”
“This I’ve got to see,” the man announced and performed a grin.
The couple went up to the observation deck on the second floor. While the man stood by the balustrade, eagerly awaiting a miracle, the woman got herself a bag of munchies before approaching her partner.
“Ten gold pieces says it’s just a fancy illusion,” the man said.
The woman shook his hand with the words, “Just be a good sport and pay up when you lose.”
A hearty laugh escaped the man.
>Continued in part 2
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