[indent][i]'ra-ta-ta-tat'[/i][/indent]

The soft tapping of a gentle hand rattles against the hard heavy surface of the taverns exterior doors. A sound so quiet that it nearly goes unnoticed amongst the taverns usual festive hustle and bustle with all the regular noise and commotion that goes with it.

No there was nothing unusual or outstanding about this quiet little tapping, not its time place or rhythm, not even as it repeated itself again. In fact the dull sound was so quiet and mundane it probably shouldn't of even been heard at all! It's volume as quiet as it was. Yet strangely, without reason, it was if the door drew attention to it. 

First it was those with nowhere better to look. The relaxed and the thoughtless. They succumb to that soft strange niggle. An instinctive pulling unexplainably luring their face and attention that way. It was a subtle and silent calling. 

[indent][i]'ra-ta-ta-tat'[/i][/indent]

More heads slowly follow, if only on catching the gaze of others. Only then in the lull of curiosity was the tapping audible enough to be heard.

[indent][i]'ra-ta-ta-tat'[/i][/indent]

Patiently someone or something waited on the other side of the tavern doors.