date: fall, 2 514 AV
location: The Quill's Rest
The room was silent surrounded by a screaming young man and an old gray bearded gentleman who had a drunken air of confidence about him. The boy had just finished with a proper scolding of the old man, but continued on yelling even after breaking the cool air of stillness that was customary at such a calm dining establishment.
"Who the hell do you think you are coming in here like you owe me less than the fullest god damn respect after the hell you put us through. What in god's name have you been doing this whole time and why the hell didn't you write." Flaren gave a deep sigh and returned back to his seat staring the grey bearded man dead in the eye not even breaking his gaze to blink.
"I invited you here, because i thought you'd be mature enough to hold your tongue."
"your drinks sir," the waitress delicately placed the two cups of tea in front of the men, bending down to reach the tables and giving an awkward but somewhat apologetic smile to the old man.
Flaren batted the tea away from his self. the cup shattered on the ground and soaked the hardwood floor with hot chamomile. still staring at the man who casually chugged his full spot of tea. "I'd make a comment about you spiking yours but it's obvious how gone you already are."Flaren said gravely. The old man tossed 5 gold mizas the girls way.
"And buy the whole of the Quill's Rest's patrons a drink of their choosing on the boy here,"The old man had a calm demeanor about him, not even phased by the soulless death stare being cast by Flaren, "And keep a silver or two for yourself."
The man had a scruffy grey beard fully grown that plumed down to the middle of his iron breastplate. His big red drunken smile and chipped rotten teeth were similar to that of a common sea dog, yet his slicked grey hair showed features of a man who had their full share of both experience and youth, a full resume of the "slickest willy this side of the Post Valterrian era" as his mother liked to call him.
"You're a bum" Flaren still had not broken gaze with the man who seemed to cough chuckle and hickup all at the same time as a response to Flaren, but to Flaren's disappointment he added a bit more.
"You know, I know that, but if we were less than family I'd grab that quarterstaff of yours and beat you upside the head with it, then I'd pick my dirty yellow teeth with it."
Flaren glanced down at the base of his quarterstaff which leaned on the right side of his chair. 'my quarterstaff... has always been there for me.'
He recalled memories of his past. This staff had been through it all, every midnight delight, every fond farewell. For every beautiful blonde girl that stole his heart he had at least a dozen tales of the quarterstaff that was there for him in a pinch. It was a warm summer...