10th Spring 513,
Evening, 19th Bell
If there was one problem that Fallon ever had an issue with dealing with, it was the issue of the ever painful choice of alcohol. Not its consumption, oh no, Fallon was quiet good at that- even though she was good at getting merry quickly. It was the choice of what to drink. And so as Fallon placed herself up against the bar, leaning almost over it as her eyes narrowed at the selection. She drummed her fingers on the top, her ears pricking to the bards that had set themselves up there. It was pleasant to say the least, if not for the occasional ungodly screech that escaped from that direction. It had indeed been a long time since she had last been in Syliras, for despite the fact that everything seemed familiar is also seemed so different. Not that she let this factor get to her; it was no doubt because of her travelling.
Letting out a sigh she rubbed her jaw before getting the barkeep's attention.
"Hey, uh, Mister? Get me a mug of the dark beer," she said before quickly adding, "and the light one too. Uh, please?"
When in doubt, try both, she thought I mean it won’t hurt me will it?
After a chime or so the barkeep placed down both the mugs and she quickly paid. The single outstretched hand was more than a big enough hint that he wanted coin. She gave a sheepish nod, and quickly took the mugs from the side and turned to the rest of the tavern. Here and there were tables, the ones closest to the fire already taken and so Fallon took herself to some far off edge. Fiddly as it was particularly when there was a dopey pup at her heel, which was perhaps for the best. She gave Orvin a gentle nudge forward with her toe. The pup gave a yawn before padding forwards and ducking under the destined table.
Easing herself down Fallon mused over the two mugs for a while, staring intently into their depths, her reflection glinting off the surface. To many she would have seemed almost dreamy, as if reminiscing over a long forgotten memory or some whim from her imagination. However, in reality the young woman was merely contemplating which of the two beers to drink from first, and those that know her well would recognise this. Her finger traced around the rim of the lighter one, and she pulled it forward, her choice for the moment having been made.
“Beer, man’s greatest friend and enemy,” she gave a smirk before raising the mug to her lips.
A screech of a fiddle cut through the air, causing Fallon to let out a wince.
By the Gods they’re awful, she thought as she finally took a sip and indulged in the refreshing taste for a little while. It had after all been a while since she last had anything remotely alcoholic in her. All she had to do was make sure she was back in the dormitories by the twenty-second bell and she would be fine.
Letting out a sigh she rubbed her jaw before getting the barkeep's attention.
"Hey, uh, Mister? Get me a mug of the dark beer," she said before quickly adding, "and the light one too. Uh, please?"
When in doubt, try both, she thought I mean it won’t hurt me will it?
After a chime or so the barkeep placed down both the mugs and she quickly paid. The single outstretched hand was more than a big enough hint that he wanted coin. She gave a sheepish nod, and quickly took the mugs from the side and turned to the rest of the tavern. Here and there were tables, the ones closest to the fire already taken and so Fallon took herself to some far off edge. Fiddly as it was particularly when there was a dopey pup at her heel, which was perhaps for the best. She gave Orvin a gentle nudge forward with her toe. The pup gave a yawn before padding forwards and ducking under the destined table.
Easing herself down Fallon mused over the two mugs for a while, staring intently into their depths, her reflection glinting off the surface. To many she would have seemed almost dreamy, as if reminiscing over a long forgotten memory or some whim from her imagination. However, in reality the young woman was merely contemplating which of the two beers to drink from first, and those that know her well would recognise this. Her finger traced around the rim of the lighter one, and she pulled it forward, her choice for the moment having been made.
“Beer, man’s greatest friend and enemy,” she gave a smirk before raising the mug to her lips.
A screech of a fiddle cut through the air, causing Fallon to let out a wince.
By the Gods they’re awful, she thought as she finally took a sip and indulged in the refreshing taste for a little while. It had after all been a while since she last had anything remotely alcoholic in her. All she had to do was make sure she was back in the dormitories by the twenty-second bell and she would be fine.
receipt-4sm from ledger
