The laughing in the bar continued despite the heavy snows that countinued on outside. No one stopped to notice a hooded figure step through the front door. After all, that was a common occurance during the winter. The Sea Salt Inn was the place to go to get away from the cold.
The figure glided over to the bar and ordered a drink. The bar tender didn't think twice as he poured the drink and placed it in front of the person. The figure held onto the glass and looked down at it, thinking. After placing the very tip of his finger in the ale, the figure began to slide it around the edge of the glass. A high pitched noise began to ring through the air. It was impossible to detect over the racket the croud was causing, that is unless a person was trained to hear it. A servant woman glanced at the mysterious figure from the corner of her eye. She couldn't see the man's face, but she could have sworn he was looking straight at her.
It had stopped snowing just as the last of the fishermen had been sent home, warm, happy, and very drunk. The servants had cleaned up and retired for the night. The next morning 3 feet of snow lay on the ground. One of the servants went to awaken the others. When she reached the last bed in the servants chamber, she found that it was empty. They searched everywhere for the missing girl, but there was no sign of her. There were no signs in the snow that she had left the Inn. She was not inside and she was not without. It was if she had simply vanished from the face of the earth.
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