90th day of Fall 513, around 20th Bell at the Blue Bull.
The evening hung in suspense, the chill in the air unmistakable as Fall slowly begins to give way to Winter. The citizens of Riverfall, and it's guest, have begun wearing their cloaks and soon surely would pull out out their thicker woolen wear. Even the Akalak, whose sheer size would produce some body heat, might find themselves dressing a little warmer except the young who had something to prove.
The tavern itself was lively as usual, some drinking games going on in the corner, what looked to be someone attempting their hand at busking in the other, though even to Chealvan's poor musical ear it seemed that the pipes the young flautist wanna be needed to be put away. However, the large green Akalak moved through the room easily and with confidence...confidence that he was going to find a bar stool and even if he wouldn't imbibe with a glass of ale or wine, he would have a nice hot cup of ..whatever heated beverage this place might serve that was not alcoholic.
He was not one to drink, both he and his light brother agreed on the point that alcohol was not something that one imbibed in and still retained control. However, the tavern was the best place to collect stories, and to share stories, and while Favchean might be a little more reticent about their shared experience Chealvan had no problems telling a little story now and again. Of course, with a few embellishments! No one liked a story that was burdened with the truth and nothing but the truth. If you caught a two pound fish, you said you caught a ten pound fish! If you fought a zith on the plains, then you claimed it was four zith! Everyone expects a good story to be exaggerated a little bit.
Whether he was telling a story, or hearing one, mattered little to Chealvan. He wanted to see the Fall season out properly and welcome the Winter, amid good company and friends.
The tavern itself was lively as usual, some drinking games going on in the corner, what looked to be someone attempting their hand at busking in the other, though even to Chealvan's poor musical ear it seemed that the pipes the young flautist wanna be needed to be put away. However, the large green Akalak moved through the room easily and with confidence...confidence that he was going to find a bar stool and even if he wouldn't imbibe with a glass of ale or wine, he would have a nice hot cup of ..whatever heated beverage this place might serve that was not alcoholic.
He was not one to drink, both he and his light brother agreed on the point that alcohol was not something that one imbibed in and still retained control. However, the tavern was the best place to collect stories, and to share stories, and while Favchean might be a little more reticent about their shared experience Chealvan had no problems telling a little story now and again. Of course, with a few embellishments! No one liked a story that was burdened with the truth and nothing but the truth. If you caught a two pound fish, you said you caught a ten pound fish! If you fought a zith on the plains, then you claimed it was four zith! Everyone expects a good story to be exaggerated a little bit.
Whether he was telling a story, or hearing one, mattered little to Chealvan. He wanted to see the Fall season out properly and welcome the Winter, amid good company and friends.
