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[color=yellow]"After you sir."[/color] he offered, gesturing inside.
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Lester kindly nodded toward the fancily dressed minstrel. [color=ffdfde][b]"Thank you good sir. The bar is calling my name. You can join if you wish."[/b][/color] With that kind statement, Lester began to make his way to the bar. 

Just before Lester reached for a chair, he stopped. A chill ran down his spine, as the intruding smell of rain water filled his nostrils. A moment later, the harsh clapping of thunder shook the building. Looking up at the ceiling, Lester closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of rain, it's something everyone has experienced at some point, but why could he smell it so strongly now? Rain was not hitting the roof yet. 

Lester tried to shake a feeling of dread that was slowly growing in his chest. He grabbed a chair at the bar and made it his as he sat. Patiently he sat with his elbows on the bar and his fingers interlocked beneath his chin. A pensive look took over his face as he wrestled with the strange anxiety growing within himself. He had never been scared of storms, why did that seem to be the case now?

The sound of rain started off slowly at first, but in a matter of moments, the rain and wind became monstrous. Lester had closed his eyes. The barkeep's jovial voice interrupted Lester's thoughts. [b]"Ho there lad! You seem a little shaken by this storm! Don't be! This tavern has seen the worst of mother nature's treats, and it holds strong each time. What can I get ya?"[/b]