50th of Winter, 518 A.V.
OOCEvents of this thread will be dependent on the outcome of the Night of Masks city event.
It had been quite a while since he was last in the No Man’s Land tavern for a meal. While the Pig’s Foot was still recuperating from the strange events from several days’ past, it just didn’t have the same quality of cooking. Nor the same friendly environment. Or at least, that’s how Kynier had felt. For a time, he had been a regular at No Man’s and often would be welcomed by name from several of the staff. Hammer hadn’t ever called him by name, but always gave him an acknowledging nod. Lana was the friendliest of all the staff, which wasn’t surprising considering that she was the owner and a server.
Tonight, he was enjoying the stew and reading through the book that Doler had given him once more. It seemed a bit erratic in its message at times. Often, he suspected that was not written by the person that originally conceived the philosophy. Because of that, each time he read through it gave him a different or new insight. Sometimes it was dependent on his mood as to what he gleamed or felt a connection to in the mantras or the long-written explanations. Kynier failed to realize he had been in the tavern for a few bells going through its pages, until his attention was taken by someone standing at his table.
Tonight, he was enjoying the stew and reading through the book that Doler had given him once more. It seemed a bit erratic in its message at times. Often, he suspected that was not written by the person that originally conceived the philosophy. Because of that, each time he read through it gave him a different or new insight. Sometimes it was dependent on his mood as to what he gleamed or felt a connection to in the mantras or the long-written explanations. Kynier failed to realize he had been in the tavern for a few bells going through its pages, until his attention was taken by someone standing at his table.
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