Returning of the Shack (Join-In).

From the high yellow grass outside, Nirdor walked through the main front door into his old guild hall some place in the Tibia world.
His first impression of the old looking house was all the dust. He passed the hall, and came into the big living room.

"Cosy and neat as it allways have been" said Nirdor to himself and took a dusty chair from underneath the table and jumped down on it.
Nostalgic this place was, so many good and memories. So much talks, dinners, feasts, and the daily news from the inside of the guilds affairs. This place, the living room, was the best place Nirdor ever had had in the realm. The colossal and sturdy barbarian actually did fell a tear on the floor, he hadn't did that since he tasted Red Un's Ale for the first time. And that was some years ago. Nirdor looked around himself, the pictures of the members still hang on the wooden walls. And the carpets was still there where he had last seen them. There was one candle on the big wooden table, Nirdor ligthed it.
He looked at it for some time, and started to slumber. And so he fell asleep.

Nirdor sat on a chair in the middle of the living room, with his head low and snored, quitely in the dark. He started to dream very fast, and was allready in a party with his old guild members and shared some of Elgard's wine with the rest of the band. You could hear he laughed or shouted "Cheers" or "To Elgard and his smoothly wine" inside the dusty room.

Really nice story, Nirdor. Very nostalgic, I liked to read it.