after a long long time, a year now I think 
anyways I decided to start working on something, this is what I've come up with, not that good, but not bad considering how long it's been since the last thing I wrote.
So here it is, what i managed to put together in an hour or two, tell me what you think, and of course feel free to rip it to shreds with your harshest review you can come up with
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Rhett sighed as he walked down the well worn stone steps of the church. Another seventhday, another faked interest in the holy text. He sat down on the moss covered bench next to the stairs and waited until everyone else had made their out and resumed their daily lives.
He had just stood when he heard a shuffle behind him, spinning around he saw someone at the church doors. It was an unnervingly tall man, clad in darkly dyed fine garb of someone who has money to get by and enough leftover to waste on things such as fine cloth, perhaps he was a travelling merchant. The man had a ruff of spiky midnight-black hair. He staring at Rhett with an intensity of a madman, eerie mostly because of his shockingly bright blue eyes, which, Rhett suspected, if viewed from a different angle they would appear as white as the rest of his eye. There's something... peculiar, pondered Rhett.
He stood stunned for a few seconds before greeting the new-comer. "How goes it there, you startled me stranger."
The stranger smiled, "You have my apologies, this was not my intent," his smiled faded from his face, "I am in need of a place to stay, could you be so kind as to inform me of where I might spend the night?" He spoke with an accent Rhett hadn't heard, slurring some of the words to the extent he had trouble making them out.
"Well stranger," he empathized the word stranger, hoping to catch his name, "accommodation round here depends on what cost you're willing to bear."
The man's unnerving smile returned to his face, chilling Rhett. "You can call me Milou, and money is of no concern of mine."
Rhett eyed Milou distrustfully, he could barely pronounce his name and he claims that money is no worry. Something's definitely bizarre here, thought Rhett, best to tell him what he wants and be off. "You could buy yourself a room and company for a night at the brothel for a tidy sum," at this Milou simply shook his head, "but if that's not to your taste, or perhaps it's just the room you're looking for... well the inn is usually full this time of year, but it couldn't hurt to check if a room is spare." Rhett forced a smile and started walking away. When other man didn't stop him he increased his pace, determined to get home.
Rhett found himself drastically agitated by the man, although he couldn't determine why.
