58th Winter 511AV
The Kulkukan Tavern and Inn. He had never visited here but he knew he could find a stiff drink and possibly some company. It was nice to take a break from the chaos of the Sanctuary, and from his own mind. He had been going in circles ever since handing over that konti as a Nakivak to Riverfall. The thought of that nearly churned over his stomach. How could he tell someone they were free, that they were taken from slavery…only to be delivered back into it again. A sad truth of what was going on around here. He despised these practices, they weren’t right. But then again he knew none of these men had ever been on the other side. None of them knew what it was like…to have absolutely everything stripped from you. Then in a slight ray of hope be told that it was all a lie. He needed a stiff drink, and he hoped he could find it here.
He walked in, clad in his long white fur cloak heavy around his tall frame. The outside of the fur cloak was clad in small frost pearls from the waterfall. The weather was freezing and the mist from the riverfall basin was forming a chilling mist that coated everything. He entered the lower half of the building and nodded at it’s red and ruby theme. It was interesting and he had never seen anything like it anywhere else in Riverfall. But he hoped this was the right place. By the gods he hoped it was the right place for him to maybe drink away some of his minds thoughts. His mind blared at him and the only thing he could do was simply walk over to the bar and make a simple request to the woman behind it.
“Something stiff…I have many troubles.” The woman looked at him puzzled and then questioned him.
“Oh do you? Would you mind sharing some of these troubles?” She asked as she poured him a stiff drink and slid it to him across the table. It seemed she was taking an interest in him, or at least the story he could tell her about his troubles.
“I don’t usually share my troubles with strangers, even very attractive strangers.” He said as he brought the drink to his hand.
“Well let me introduce myself I am Chelltaire the lead bartender here. And who might you be?”
“I am Serrif, healer from the White Isle.” He said as he then took a strong sip of the fine whiskey she had poured him. It was an Akalak whiskey and a little stronger than he was used to. But nevertheless it was good. And settled his mind some with it’s intense sting.
“Well Serrif, what brings one from the White Isle to Riverfall?”
“Healing those that need it, and a charge from the Opal Order.” He could feel the whiskey burn down his throat and numb all the way down.
“Ah a healer, not rare here. But a human healer of your type is rare.”
“Believe me I know that…It is constantly on my mind. I am starting to wonder why I am here in the first place.”
“Sometimes our purposes are cloaked, only to be revealed later.”
“I would love to believe that.” He confessed as he took another healthy drink and closed his eyes sighing. He wasn’t going to openly admit anything to this woman. No, she was with them. And he didn’t like them very much right now.
So he had her fill him another mug and he walked over to a table and took a seat so he could be alone…but the whiskey must have been getting to him because he didn’t notice that the table he sat at had another man at it. But this only grabbed his attention more. “You and I need to stick together, we get no respect here…nothing”
Maybe it was the whiskey talking or maybe he was talking the truth. So he merely took another drink of his mug and set it on the table aside his other full mug. It seemed he didn’t know what his body could take and his lips were loosening some and his body was numbing as well. It was a good feeling, something he had needed to feel in a very long time. He shook his head and introduced himself.
“Serrif is my name. What is yours stranger?”
