[@Drai][@Varicke][@Alisdragon911][@ineffable][@Redcovey][@gohKamikaze]

The creaking of a large door could be heard in the distance, a steady beat followed. "[i] clack, clack, clack."[/i] the soft tapping of fine shoes against old wooden floors. Slowly it grew louder. Step by step. 
A particularly frightful scarecrow was also drawn by this noise and with a maniacal eagerness ran upstairs disappearing into the hallway. As it disappeared from sight so too did the heavy sounds of its straw limbs scraping across the floor and walls, the grinding chaffing and shuffling within its animated body as darkness forces it to defy nature, those sounds reserved only for things of nightmares. No there was no commotion or violent struggle. No battle or screams. Just simply a sudden nothingness, a nothingness in which the continued growing of  tapping shoes echoed on never missed a beat. 

Dorian soon came to stand on the upper balcony, suit and attire as immaculate as ever, he leaned on the railing as he over looked the tavern like so many times before. There was a loud shattering of glass as a giant white wolf leapt onto the bar and then launched itself into the back of a straw man, only to be thrown across the room and slam into an ornate cabinet, bringing it crashing down along with everything on it.

Despite all the commotion, violence and damage before him, Dorian looked upon the events with a casual nonchalant gaze, as if everything was normal. By his reaction everyone may as well be sitting around in idle conversation. 
With purposeful strides he makes his way down the stairs and towards the front door. He moves as if though everything happening around him is happening somewhere else. He gave no regard for the dangers, walking in a direct path to the door, nor did he need to, as nothing fell to hinder his way. 

Reaching the doorway he gazes outside to the setting sun as a cool breeze ruffles his hair. He takes a deep breath of that fresh air before taking the handle and looking back inside.

[color=blue][b][i]"Alright, it's getting late. Time for young children to go home.[/i][/b][/color]
It was followed by a hush whisper and spoken words unheard. Suddenly the little girl growled as she stood upright. She began to move towards the door, slow rigid steps and shaky movements. Her eyes were wide, not filled with fear but hate. Reaching the door, her head wobbled as she seemingly strained to turn her neck, looking over a shoulder, facing the tavern, she glared death upon all the patrons.

Dorian had stood by the door calmly and patiently waiting. As the young girl finally passed he gave her a warm smile and a pleasant nod before stepping inside and closing the door. Just as the door began to swing, as if she had been released from herself, the little girl fell into her innocent, confused self. Worry and fear evident on her face with tears swelling in her eyes, the door continued to shut and obscured her from vision.  

The shadows relaxed and gave no more passage to the nightmarish creatures. Even those that remained seemed weakened without a link to their home. As for the tavern owner, he strolled to the bar where he fetched a bottle of red and a hidden glass to suit. He noticed each patron and employee in the tavern with a glance and a nod, just long enough to suffice as acknowledgement. Then he returned eagerly to his room.


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A big thanks to everyone that played along! There was some great character development there :)
Well done all!

Thanks
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