4th of Winter, 514A.V.
Alements, Mid-Afternoon
Praise in Riverfall, especially from the dark skinned natives, was no light thing. It was for that reason that Theophates made his way down past the Azurite tower to the docks in search of the establishment known as Alements. He had heard it praised as the best watering hole in the city by more than enough to make him curious. He wore no armor within the city save the leather gloves, and those more to combat the cold than any need.
He found the place with no real trouble, everyone on the docks knew it and was willing to direct him. The tavern was flanked by an elegantly crafted ship with a set of sleek hulls. He had been told to look for the beautiful craft. Theophates had never thought of himself as appreciative of sailing craft, not doing much of it himself. But he did find the boat more aesthetically pleasing than the majority he could see tied up here in Riverfall.
The patio was nearly empty now that the winter’s first chills were creeping into the city from the Suvan. Theophates decided he would relinquish the superior view for warmth as well. The interior of the tavern was a much different story from the chilly docks outside. Through doors with colored glass portals was a friendly haven that invited the patron in immediately. Cobbled floors immediately set the place apart from many inns and taverns Theophates had been to. He smiled, pleased so far by the experience.
The Ethaefal found an empty table and carefully let the sword and sheath fall from his shoulder. He leant the weapon against the table and pulled the cowl off his smooth head. Sitting down he glanced about eagerly at the other patrons. In his many years of life nothing had ever fascinated him more than strangers. The potential for both wisdom and beautiful naïvety was too great for him to ignore.
The place seemed relatively busy and the drinkers merry. Theophates let their laughs and murmuring voices wash over him. Then he inspected the menu in earnest. The medicinal drinks caught his eye, though he had no real need for one. This must have been why Alements stood above other taverns here.
Theophates rubbed his chin and waited for a server patiently.
Alements, Mid-Afternoon
Praise in Riverfall, especially from the dark skinned natives, was no light thing. It was for that reason that Theophates made his way down past the Azurite tower to the docks in search of the establishment known as Alements. He had heard it praised as the best watering hole in the city by more than enough to make him curious. He wore no armor within the city save the leather gloves, and those more to combat the cold than any need.
He found the place with no real trouble, everyone on the docks knew it and was willing to direct him. The tavern was flanked by an elegantly crafted ship with a set of sleek hulls. He had been told to look for the beautiful craft. Theophates had never thought of himself as appreciative of sailing craft, not doing much of it himself. But he did find the boat more aesthetically pleasing than the majority he could see tied up here in Riverfall.
The patio was nearly empty now that the winter’s first chills were creeping into the city from the Suvan. Theophates decided he would relinquish the superior view for warmth as well. The interior of the tavern was a much different story from the chilly docks outside. Through doors with colored glass portals was a friendly haven that invited the patron in immediately. Cobbled floors immediately set the place apart from many inns and taverns Theophates had been to. He smiled, pleased so far by the experience.
The Ethaefal found an empty table and carefully let the sword and sheath fall from his shoulder. He leant the weapon against the table and pulled the cowl off his smooth head. Sitting down he glanced about eagerly at the other patrons. In his many years of life nothing had ever fascinated him more than strangers. The potential for both wisdom and beautiful naïvety was too great for him to ignore.
The place seemed relatively busy and the drinkers merry. Theophates let their laughs and murmuring voices wash over him. Then he inspected the menu in earnest. The medicinal drinks caught his eye, though he had no real need for one. This must have been why Alements stood above other taverns here.
Theophates rubbed his chin and waited for a server patiently.
