I listen to the ruckus on the tavern, for a moment I try to ignore the sounds of conversation of the locals, I focus on my own breath, I can hear it, in a few breaths the sounds of people grow distant, one after another they pop out of existence, soon there is only a few noises left.

I raise my cup of tea I give the cold beverage a last taste and when the liquid departs my lips I whisper. "Veil be free, let me see". I look through the tavern, trying to see something that might have not been there before.