Baultime's Barrel 56th Day of Spring, 513AV -------------------------------- It was quite late, the moon partially risen in the darkening sky. The light patter of rain that had begun just after noon had rapidly increased into a heavy downpour, sliding off the fabric of tents and dripping off the clothing of the people still outside. One of these people hobbled through the grass, her hair soaked and her clothes darkened with water. She made a beeline for the brightly coloured tent on the far side of the area. Arriving, Rahni carefully pushed back the wet fabric and slipped inside, nodding at the few people she vaguely recognised and shaking out her damp hair, pushing back the strands that slicked against her neck and wiping drips of rain off her face with one hand as she moved, her other clamped around the top of her staff. She headed straight to Baultimes Crimsonedge. Although she'd never been there before, she'd met the man a couple of times in passing, and twitched her lips up into a friendly smile, which he returned with a questioning look. She scanned the prices and, bearing in mind her current lack of an actual job, quickly came to a decision."An ale, please." She tasted it gingerly, wincing at the strong flavour and putting it down after a mere sip. Nodding her thanks to Crimsonedge and dropping the two silver Miza into his waiting hand, she took a couple of steps back and strove around to find a quiet spot to sit down. The pavilion wasn't very crowded and she easily saw a spot in the corner, quite far away from the other people lounging around. She propped her staff up against the wall before sliding down to sit by it, resting her ale in front of her within easy reach. Closing her eyes, Rahni took another sip, the fruity burn in her throat a nice contrast to the dull ache in her leg. She wondered if drinking enough of it would put an end to the pain in her leg, if she could drink and drink and drink and wake up in her bed the next morning with the hangover her brothers' sometimes complained of and absolutely no memory of how she got there. She took another sip. Ledger2SM (Ale, 1 gallon) |