16th of Summer, 514AV Usually the Svefra only came inland to stay at taverns, he had no use for the land it didn’t give him anything. Except for company but the Svefra found himself longing for a good drink and the company of his own. The tavern would bring him company and a good drink. Atoll always enjoyed one of those. They made him sleep like a rock. He thought of going to the tavern where Hirem worked but he didn’t have any desire for a brawl. Instead he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled through the city. He passed by many unfamiliar buildings before some signs looked familiar. Or maybe I’ve been walkin’ too long. He thought, then stopped. Many of the signs were written in Tukant but a tavern would have to have been written in both. How else would they get tourist business. Not that he’d be having such a hard time if he didn’t forget his map on the ship but who needed a map? As if to prove him right Atoll passed the Kulkukan which he disregarded at first. But the smell of booze made he retrace his steps. Even from the street he could hear the sound of chatter, laughter, questions and the roaring of the waves. With the idea of being drunk firmly taken root Atoll stepped into the tavern. Inside was a stark contrast from his last pit stop. Red lanterns hung setting a light, sultry mood but best of all the tables were in one piece and no one looked like they were going to start an out-and-out brawl. As soon as he sat himself at a table, an employee appeared at his side. “Just two, if ya please.” “Sure you don’t want any food? You look puckish.” “Not yet.” “Let me know if you change your mind, I’ll be back in a tick.” The young man whisked himself away to go presumable get Atolls drink while Atoll settled more comfortably in his chair. Now seated he got a better look at the patrons in the tavern. There weren’t as many natives as he’d thought there’d be. It was filled with an influx of different types, ranging to those Atoll didn’t think about too hard because he couldn’t even guess what they were. And when he finally looked to his own table properly he noted exactly what he came for. Company. When he was about to introduce himself two mugs of ale slid at his side, and he slid over the necessary coin. With a friendly nod he slid one over to his tablemate. “Didn’t introduce myself, names Atoll.” |