Tujo, 9th day of the Nara, year of the 21st Water Lion
Fieri
Note Reference Index: A0001-FE1-A0002
The travel from Levianna to Fieri took Dashiel and his female acquaintance a day and a half on foot. Dashiel opted for the Queva Highroads, a path which was the quickest and safest route, which went through nothing but the hills and fields to get them to their destination. The good news was that wary of the pair of eyes that were following them since the grove had stopped following them once they got to open areas of the highroad. The gnome contemplated, “Not the last of them, is it?”
While walking westbound, Dashiel made observations and notes about Shierra and wrote these in parchments. She paid the gnome’s quirky behaviour no mind. As they talked, the conversations allowed the two to understand each other better. She was a young half-elf with ambitions of becoming a good mage to prove herself to her elven tribe, and he was a weird little gnome, who had travels around Thorreon to gather more knowledge. No longer strangers, these two begun to form some trust in each other. Shierra sensed that Dashiel had no ill intention and he thought her to be quite an interesting travel mate.
The whole trip did not take long. The girl insisted on moving along quickly, even after numerous offers from Dashiel to take longer stops to rest. She was probably excited to get to Fieri as soon as possible, he hypothesized. The two reached Fieri just before the second night of travels, passing by the tired, apathetic guards that were on duty.
Straight away after going through the gates, they headed to a small tavern cum inn, which was located in the middle of the town. They entered the cozy little building and sat down to enjoy some rest and a meal, things which had been neglected while on the Queva Highroads. The tavern was loud and busy, but Shierra managed anyway to fall asleep, putting her head on the table. “Poor girl must be really tired”, thought Dashiel.
Dashiel proceeded to look around the place. Dusty old furs hung across the ceiling, and the red and black brick walls which looked like they were once very exquisite pieces of masonry, were now faded and dull. Still, it was pretty bustling and was even hosting a large crowd of people enjoying themselves. However old and dilapidated this tavern was, it probably served most of the populace in Fieri. Barmaids and musicians were the focus of the locals, starving of entertainment
“Rianna!” called Dashiel to one particular barmaid tending to the unruly swarm of dwarven archers. The girl quickly responded with a scream which blared through the whole tavern. “Uncle Dashiel!” she answered while penetrating the wall of men that surrounded her earlier. When she reached beside him, they both gave each other a warm embrace, which was difficult due to her being much bigger than the small creature. Once they let go, the barmaid sat down at the table and they began talking.
“It’s been ages!” she proclaimed to the gnome.
“Where have you been Uncle Dash?” she asked inquisitively.
“Oh. Just around Thorreon, dear child. My friend and I have just traveled from Levianna” replied the gnome.
They continued on for a few more minutes where they talked about topics like the weather and the current state of Fieri. Laughing and smiling together, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and it looked to be just a barmaid having a chat with an old family friend. Ordinary, until the conversation suddenly turned to a different tone.
Dashiel began to soften his voice and ask, “Is he here yet?”
The girl nodded silently and said, “Yes.”
“Good.” he replied “make sure we all get to eat well and rest well tonight.”
The girl nodded to acknowledge Dashiel’s orders. She understood his requests very well, and required no further explanation. She proceeded to leave the table and bring back a bowl of beef stew for the gnome and the half-elf before leaving to talk with her customers. The smell of the food woke Shierra and they began to eat the first meal they’ve had since their last stop on the Queva Highroad. Speaking in an unusually quiet manner, Dashiel informs Shierra of her lodgings in the second storey of the tavern. She wishes the gnome goodnight and walks toward her room.
Dashiel, also deciding to retire for the night, suddenly spots a lone male figure talking to Rianna. He had forgotten that since the last time he came to Fieri, Rianna was still a young little girl, helping out in her father’s inn. She was now all grown up, consorting with the strange men, probably having her fun. Curious to see who she has picked as her latest companion, Dashiel took a look at the face of the well built figure behind her. But when Dashiel looked into the eyes of the Rianna’s new friend, he immediately froze.
Weak in the knees from shock, Dashiel grabbed onto the table to avoid from falling down. “Oh no!” he cried out “Not another one!”
Fieri
Note Reference Index: A0001-FE1-A0002
The travel from Levianna to Fieri took Dashiel and his female acquaintance a day and a half on foot. Dashiel opted for the Queva Highroads, a path which was the quickest and safest route, which went through nothing but the hills and fields to get them to their destination. The good news was that wary of the pair of eyes that were following them since the grove had stopped following them once they got to open areas of the highroad. The gnome contemplated, “Not the last of them, is it?”
While walking westbound, Dashiel made observations and notes about Shierra and wrote these in parchments. She paid the gnome’s quirky behaviour no mind. As they talked, the conversations allowed the two to understand each other better. She was a young half-elf with ambitions of becoming a good mage to prove herself to her elven tribe, and he was a weird little gnome, who had travels around Thorreon to gather more knowledge. No longer strangers, these two begun to form some trust in each other. Shierra sensed that Dashiel had no ill intention and he thought her to be quite an interesting travel mate.
The whole trip did not take long. The girl insisted on moving along quickly, even after numerous offers from Dashiel to take longer stops to rest. She was probably excited to get to Fieri as soon as possible, he hypothesized. The two reached Fieri just before the second night of travels, passing by the tired, apathetic guards that were on duty.
Straight away after going through the gates, they headed to a small tavern cum inn, which was located in the middle of the town. They entered the cozy little building and sat down to enjoy some rest and a meal, things which had been neglected while on the Queva Highroads. The tavern was loud and busy, but Shierra managed anyway to fall asleep, putting her head on the table. “Poor girl must be really tired”, thought Dashiel.
Dashiel proceeded to look around the place. Dusty old furs hung across the ceiling, and the red and black brick walls which looked like they were once very exquisite pieces of masonry, were now faded and dull. Still, it was pretty bustling and was even hosting a large crowd of people enjoying themselves. However old and dilapidated this tavern was, it probably served most of the populace in Fieri. Barmaids and musicians were the focus of the locals, starving of entertainment
“Rianna!” called Dashiel to one particular barmaid tending to the unruly swarm of dwarven archers. The girl quickly responded with a scream which blared through the whole tavern. “Uncle Dashiel!” she answered while penetrating the wall of men that surrounded her earlier. When she reached beside him, they both gave each other a warm embrace, which was difficult due to her being much bigger than the small creature. Once they let go, the barmaid sat down at the table and they began talking.
“It’s been ages!” she proclaimed to the gnome.
“Where have you been Uncle Dash?” she asked inquisitively.
“Oh. Just around Thorreon, dear child. My friend and I have just traveled from Levianna” replied the gnome.
They continued on for a few more minutes where they talked about topics like the weather and the current state of Fieri. Laughing and smiling together, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and it looked to be just a barmaid having a chat with an old family friend. Ordinary, until the conversation suddenly turned to a different tone.
Dashiel began to soften his voice and ask, “Is he here yet?”
The girl nodded silently and said, “Yes.”
“Good.” he replied “make sure we all get to eat well and rest well tonight.”
The girl nodded to acknowledge Dashiel’s orders. She understood his requests very well, and required no further explanation. She proceeded to leave the table and bring back a bowl of beef stew for the gnome and the half-elf before leaving to talk with her customers. The smell of the food woke Shierra and they began to eat the first meal they’ve had since their last stop on the Queva Highroad. Speaking in an unusually quiet manner, Dashiel informs Shierra of her lodgings in the second storey of the tavern. She wishes the gnome goodnight and walks toward her room.
Dashiel, also deciding to retire for the night, suddenly spots a lone male figure talking to Rianna. He had forgotten that since the last time he came to Fieri, Rianna was still a young little girl, helping out in her father’s inn. She was now all grown up, consorting with the strange men, probably having her fun. Curious to see who she has picked as her latest companion, Dashiel took a look at the face of the well built figure behind her. But when Dashiel looked into the eyes of the Rianna’s new friend, he immediately froze.
Weak in the knees from shock, Dashiel grabbed onto the table to avoid from falling down. “Oh no!” he cried out “Not another one!”
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