4th Day of Summer, 516AV
Tvarrick had spent most of the day wandering the city of Sylaris in search of a job might fit his certain set of skills. Unfortunately, he’d had about as much success as a deer at a wolf family reunion. Now, as the sun started to dip below the unseen horizon, Tvarrick was tired, and his feet were sore. He turned a slow circle in the intersection in which he stood and came to a sobering realization. He was lost.
Not one to let such a minor inconvenience discourage him, Tvarrick took a right toward what he hoped was Traveler’s Row, and the apartment that Crystal had helped procure for him the day before. After Tvarrick had traveled a ways more, he once more looked around and spied the port in the storm of many a lost wandered. Hanging above a door hung a red and white sign depicting a horse rearing upon its hind legs, below which read Tavern. Feeling that a rest would certainly do him good, and possibly feel a bit parched, Tvarrick opened the door and stepped inside.
Tvarrick paused just inside the door to observe his temporary refuge. The room was simple, but well kept, a bar running the length of one wall. Along with the typical sets of tables and chairs, Tvarrick also saw a truly impressive fireplace against the far wall. Unfortunately, all the seats near the fire were filled and Tvarrick had to look elsewhere for a seat. Though busy, the tavern was not overly crowed as of yet, and a few table’s remained unoccupied. He also noticed a small raised platform off to the side. Tvarrick took am involuntary step towards it before he caught himself. While he always enjoyed sharing the stories his mother had taught him, he thought it might be wise to inquire first before stepping on any toes.
Off in a corner, Tvarrick’s roving gaze was treated to a small group clustered at a table. They seemed to be playing some sort of game, though Tvarrick had not the faintest inkling as to what it was. It appeared to revolve around a set of small cubes that were to be tossed upon the table and which, for whatever reason, would elicit exclamations of joy or moans of disgust from one participant or another. Curious, Tvarrick wandered over and took a seat at an empty table next to the group so as not to intrude. Tipping his chair back against the wall, Tvarrick tried to watch the game a as surreptitiously as possible from under the wide brim of his hat, hoping to glean a clue or two as to the rules through casual observation.
