3rd Day of Summer, 518 A.V.
It was evening.
That perfectly hour at twilight where the shadows were getting longer and the lights were getting dimmer. It was the hour when people were settling into their meals and making their way to taverns, after finishing their work for the day. Riverfall was proving to be a wonderful place to live. And yet, Quzon did not really enjoy it to its fullest extent. All he did was go to work, weight-lift, sleep, eat, and repeat.
The reason for his passive lifestyle came from his decision to wait for the entirety of Spring to pass and see if the city would solve its Tainted Shadow problem for him. The 'wait and see' method of problem solving was only valid if it bore the fruit of results. However, it failed at doing so. And even worse, by the time he went to explore his only lead at The Oasis cavern at near the end of spring when he grew to anxious to wait, he found it completely devoid of any leads on the Shadows orgins. It was a maddening turn of events which caused Quzon's mood to grow sour by the day. Then almost out of nowhere, the shadows seemed to have lessen their activities.
That was why he now wandered out through the city after his work shift ended at the mines. "They couldn't have all just vanished?" Quzon thought to himself as he marched down the streets of Riverfall while wearing a new set of banded mail armor. As he continued to walk past Atri's Place, his eyes quickly shifted further up the road towards The Blue Bull Tavern. It was a place he often walked by on his way home, but now felt like it was the best place to learn anything about the shadows. "Might be easier to learn things from people who can't hold their ale." He mused to himself with a smirk before making his way up to the establishments entrance.
The Tavern wasn't exactly the sort of place Quzon frequented. Too many people. He'd take a nearly empty bar during a slow hour of the day before ever stepping into a busy one when he wanted a drink. He typically put up with it. More than anything, the bar he had found himself in was rough; as aggressive as someone might expect from a bar filled with drunk Akalak. Which surprisingly enough, in small doses, would have made it an enjoyable place for the Myrian. After all, there was plenty to be said for the virtues of violence... and there was an odd intrigue to the the bar in general.
While not the tallest man in the world, he was heavy set due to his Isur heritage, and also dressed in heavy armor which made forcing himself through the crowds relatively eventful. Most of them were simply in his way with their back to him, busy watching some type of event taking place in the sunken area of space within the building. Quzon could not see what was taking place from where he stood at the back of the crowd, so nudge the Akalak standing next to him with a drink. The man looked like he stood a head higher then him in height, so could see. "What happening?" Quzon spoke with an inherently thick Myrian drawl to his accent which proved he had broken common.
"There's a fight going on. Boxing match, damned good one too." The Akalak said before cheering loudly for one of the fighters. Quzon had to take a step back to avoid getting hit by the sloshing liquid spilling out from the mans mug. "Hey, I want know something? ... Tainted Shadows? Seen, lately?" He spoke to the cheering Akalak once he'd stopped yelling. "Shadows? Been a while since I seen one. And when I did last spring, I stayed away from those things. If I can't hit it with my fists, its a foe to be weary of." The Akalak spoke with a slight slur at the end of each of their words.
Quzon gave the man a nod before glancing around to find someone else less busy, but appropriately drunk to ask.
That perfectly hour at twilight where the shadows were getting longer and the lights were getting dimmer. It was the hour when people were settling into their meals and making their way to taverns, after finishing their work for the day. Riverfall was proving to be a wonderful place to live. And yet, Quzon did not really enjoy it to its fullest extent. All he did was go to work, weight-lift, sleep, eat, and repeat.
The reason for his passive lifestyle came from his decision to wait for the entirety of Spring to pass and see if the city would solve its Tainted Shadow problem for him. The 'wait and see' method of problem solving was only valid if it bore the fruit of results. However, it failed at doing so. And even worse, by the time he went to explore his only lead at The Oasis cavern at near the end of spring when he grew to anxious to wait, he found it completely devoid of any leads on the Shadows orgins. It was a maddening turn of events which caused Quzon's mood to grow sour by the day. Then almost out of nowhere, the shadows seemed to have lessen their activities.
That was why he now wandered out through the city after his work shift ended at the mines. "They couldn't have all just vanished?" Quzon thought to himself as he marched down the streets of Riverfall while wearing a new set of banded mail armor. As he continued to walk past Atri's Place, his eyes quickly shifted further up the road towards The Blue Bull Tavern. It was a place he often walked by on his way home, but now felt like it was the best place to learn anything about the shadows. "Might be easier to learn things from people who can't hold their ale." He mused to himself with a smirk before making his way up to the establishments entrance.
The Tavern wasn't exactly the sort of place Quzon frequented. Too many people. He'd take a nearly empty bar during a slow hour of the day before ever stepping into a busy one when he wanted a drink. He typically put up with it. More than anything, the bar he had found himself in was rough; as aggressive as someone might expect from a bar filled with drunk Akalak. Which surprisingly enough, in small doses, would have made it an enjoyable place for the Myrian. After all, there was plenty to be said for the virtues of violence... and there was an odd intrigue to the the bar in general.
While not the tallest man in the world, he was heavy set due to his Isur heritage, and also dressed in heavy armor which made forcing himself through the crowds relatively eventful. Most of them were simply in his way with their back to him, busy watching some type of event taking place in the sunken area of space within the building. Quzon could not see what was taking place from where he stood at the back of the crowd, so nudge the Akalak standing next to him with a drink. The man looked like he stood a head higher then him in height, so could see. "What happening?" Quzon spoke with an inherently thick Myrian drawl to his accent which proved he had broken common.
"There's a fight going on. Boxing match, damned good one too." The Akalak said before cheering loudly for one of the fighters. Quzon had to take a step back to avoid getting hit by the sloshing liquid spilling out from the mans mug. "Hey, I want know something? ... Tainted Shadows? Seen, lately?" He spoke to the cheering Akalak once he'd stopped yelling. "Shadows? Been a while since I seen one. And when I did last spring, I stayed away from those things. If I can't hit it with my fists, its a foe to be weary of." The Akalak spoke with a slight slur at the end of each of their words.
Quzon gave the man a nod before glancing around to find someone else less busy, but appropriately drunk to ask.
