THE planeswalking engine kicked into gear after the caravan had passed by The Tavern. Strong winds enveloped the building, but a magic shield prevented the rushing air from disturbing its insides. In complete comfort, the man and the woman gazed past the torrents of air to see the meadow outside the building melt away, to be replaced with that of a beach with pure white sand. Immediately after the air died, a group of holidaymakers rushed out of The Tavern and dived straight into the midday sea.
On the observation deck the woman watched in silence as she chewed her food. The man, on the other hand, was frozen in time, completely speechless, and hushed to the nth degree. The couple stood there without movement for an entire minute without anything disturbing them. Then a waiter went up to them and offered the husband and wife a place at an empty table because the barbeque was about to begin.
“Give us a minute,” the woman said.
The man slowly opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again.
“Say ‘ah’,” the woman said.
The man’s mouth opened again, still without noise, and the woman put a snack into it. The man began munching on it and slowly the whiteness of his paled face began to subside.
“This is real!” he whispered. “This is totally real!”
“Makes for a great honeymoon,” said the wife. “Crisps?”
The man took more of the potato chips and ate them hungrily. Ideas of profit began to stream through his mind and the possibilities of expanding his auction business started to become clear to him.
“Do you know what this means?” he said in a soft voice.
“Here it comes,” the woman remarked.
“This means we’re going to be filthy rich! Don’t you see? The whole universe is laid bare before us. We can travel to another world and bring back antique items no one in their right mind would be able to imagine. We’re going to make a killing on this venture.”
“You owe me ten.”
“What? Oh.”
The barbeque was fantastic and so was the wine. A group of anglers had gone out to catch local fish for the feasts and their efforts were richly rewarded both by the master of The Tavern and the guests who applauded them for their contribution to the meal. The couple we have been following join in the festivities and the game events that were organised. All in all, it was a splendid honeymoon for the newly weds.
On the way back to their room, the couple bumped into a man who seemed to be inspecting the corridor, checking the lights and making sure the wood and marble finishing had been dusted. He inquired of the couple regarding the day’s events and they expressed how much they loved their holiday. Before departing, the man handed them a calling card. According to the card, he was Jéne E. Ilk, Captain of The Tavern.
>End of story.
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