"In a tavern, of course! The closest you'll get to heaven in these parts."
Having caught the remark as he entered, the man took a bar stool next to Mykael as he ordered himself two pints. He looked to be in his mid to upper 20s, sporting a braided ponytail and an eye patch on his left eye.
"You look like a man in serious need of some ale."
The brown eyed young man, looking to about the same age as the man who sat next to him, ran his hand through his thick brown hair. He rubbed his head momentarily as if struck with an impossible question. Then cracked a smile.
"Ai, that I could."
The beer was wonderfully cold against the dryness of the dirt covered mouth of this weary traveller.
He looked to his tattered brown clothes. Bundled up in layers of brown collered materials. Cleary he had been long travelling.
The ale. Otherwise I would have just kept on going. this small town was very much out of the way of his travels. It would have been easy to keep heading East to the port cities he seeked.
And you? What brings you to this unlawful land?" he referred to the Brigand Nation with an unthoughtful tone of respect.
"That's an honest answer. I myself come from Devyaan and travel here regularly. This is just another visit. Or at the very least..."
He hesitated, wondering whether or not he should disclose what he stopped just short of saying. Perhaps if this man proved himself to be interesting, he would.
"That's partly the reason I'm here. But that's not important. And what parts might you hail from, stranger?"
Sensitive about his intentions... Mykael thought. He cared not. He had no plans, though he sought one.
I was born in a capital. Raised in a port city. And have yet to look back. My travels have made me a man of the earth. I seek and therefore I find.
a drink of ale.
Mykael continued, But enough about me. How familiar are you with the Noble Merchant Hamlet of the East?" he spoke of a small hamlet, offset from the capital city.
The door opened as a new man walked in, towering amongst most of the patrons, the crimson haired man walked calmly over and took a seat in a stool, "I'll take some mead, just a bit." He spoke in a deep voice.
Recieving his drink, the man looked at the two sitting at the bar near him, though, he opted not to join in just yet.
((I'm unsure how high-fantasy surge is, hopefully Nara will fit in, if not I can pull myself out.))
