- Location: Alexshire
- Date: Menenas 9052ZT (10012XA)
- Time: Evening
- Other notes: Alain, Faris.
Marriage of Mahir
Faris was musing over his mug of cider when a brawl broke out a few tables away. Quickly vacating his seat, he carefully backed away from the intensifying fight between the two less-than-sober Therians. He had no intention of getting anything spilled on his clothes today; the dark green tunic he was wearing was not cheap. With his drink in one hand and a trident in the other, Faris circled around the exchange of fists towards the counter.
He figured that this would probably be the best time to ask for news and rumours, when people were preoccupied with other things. Disappointingly, the owner of Alric's Alehouse seemed utterly bored and somewhat peeved by the brawl, which had gained two additional participants since its start. Leaning on the edge of the counter Faris glanced at what the nymph, whose name was presumably Alric , was busy writing. Scribbled on the thick ledger was a growing list of what seemed to be desired compensation for destroyed furnishings and potential loss of income. Chuckling lightly, Faris struck up a conversation.
"Drunken troublemakers yet again… Don't they have wives to get back to?"
The gray-haired nymph shrugged. "Or maybe it's because of their wives that they'd rather spend time in my tavern punching each other's lights out."