Spring 5, 514 AV A chilly breeze snaked its way into Johdins cloak as he slipped out of the Tarsins Boarding House. He stood for a moment to pull up his cloak and look up to the sky. It was a crimson red as the sun began to set on the floating city of Ravok. The late afternoon sun cast shadows across the landscape which, to Johdin, made the city seem even more beautiful and mysterious. With a deep breath, he set off. Johdin was bored, mostly. He had no nefarious plans or greedy intentions. It was just, he had been in Ravok for a few days now and really hasn't had the time to see the city. Not being much of a fan of people, Johdin waited till this time to go for his walk. As he walked, he really began to take in his surroundings. Johdin passed by various housing areas and warehouses before finding his first, major landmark. The Silver Sliver Tavern. It was small, compared to the soaring housing buildings but still bustling none the less. Especially at such a late hour, the tavern was the focus off all the late night citizens attention. Eager to escape the cold, Johdin made his way inside. Immediately upon entering, his senses were bombarded with information. The sight of the bustling barmaids and customers, all scrambling around for whatever reason. The sounds of laughter and orders. But most of all, was the smell. That rich smell of food and alcohol so strong that, at first, it made his nose cringe. Drinking was not one of Johdins strong suites. "Welcome to the Silver Sliver, sir." A rather cheerful barmaid greeted him as she juggled a platter of dirty dishes an a few mugs of some silvery drink that Johdin had never seen before. With a charming smile, Johdin pulled back his hood and greeted the woman back. He then made his way to an empty chair. Before he sat, that same girl at the door was at his side. "What can I get you sir?" she asked. "Best you have to eat, ma'am." he replied pleasantly. Since he was already here, and had no dinner before, Johdin felt it couldn't hurt to spend a few Mizas for a full stomach. "Coming right up." Johdin watched, admiring her petite figure as she danced and weaved with grace through the drunken crowd. |