Coincidence? I think not

[Yaevin Ralahir]

There was something about Arakmatian red that Yaevin thoroughly enjoyed, was it the harsh and brazen sensation his tongue felt? Or was it the warm and satisfying feeling he felt inside after drinking a swig? Who knew? Yaevin only knew this was his wine of choice. The elf hadn’t even ordered yet, but he was checked on the way in and had to surrender all his weapons, the elf smirked. He knew the security around this place was poor, so poor that the elf had still managed to smuggle two daggers in. They were looking all over the place and they went for such a narrow gauge that they missed all the obvious spots, so obvious you’d slap yourself if it was told you.

So there he was, in the tavern of the majestic Alleria prime. Just the suggestion of the name conjured up a plethora of memories, memories of pleasure, memories of pain and memories of finding a needle in a haystack. That needle being his patron. It had been a long trip by sea, Amalia was resting outside in the stables, and she was fatigued from all the seafaring and deserved a good nights rest. Alleria Prime was, still undoubtedly the most beautiful city in the empire. The elf had travelled from province to province, and in recent times the seas and there was nothing that staggered the elf as much as the grand city of Alleria prime, the air so alive with activity, the sound of bustling peddlers selling wares on every corner, the sight of the ancient Allerian imperial palace over the sea and the various institutions, this city had more schools in one street then the entire of Eunesia.

Yaevin’s garb could be commonly recognised as the church robes, with the blue lion, the Aslanite symbol showing his allegiance. He enjoyed the perks of being a priest, everyone placed a lot of trust in you, even trying to come in, they were extra polite.

Yaevin took this time to reflect, Yaevin had become rather militant, perhaps he could lend his services to the army, he had suprassed his old master in the way of the sword, Cerius was a brilliant swordsman, and the elf still couldn’t believe he had surpassed his master. Yaevin had risked big, and won big. But now, it seemed it would be time to relax and enjoy some good food, famous of the crown inn and tavern, and that fine wine that came all the way from Arakmat.

[Epicurus D. Vampyler]

Epicurus had found himself making numerous trips to the Crown Inn and Tavern despite his lack of interest and merriment. Perhaps what had drawn him back so many times was the opportunity for friendship, it seemed the trend had always been to find a table with an interesting individual or group and strike up a conversation. If no such thing occurred then Epic would have found his life to be quite boring for it was here that he had joined the Stone Guard and met Sander the Sinister. Many memories he cherished, many he longed too forget but none-the-less it was a place that created such memories, so once again Epicurus entered looking to perhaps add another page to his life.

Looking around the tavern Epic searched for anyone that seemed to jump out at him, rather quickly a lone individual came into his sight. From what he could tell the elf looked to be a priest, not just any priest, a priest of Aslan. The symbol the man wore could not be denied, and Epic knew all to well what it represented, he had acquired his target and made his way over to the table. Stopping and waiting for a slight acknowledgment to his presence he addressed the elfin priest of Aslan.

”Serale there, looks to me like you could use some company, I noticed the symbol you wear. If I am not mistaken you are a priest of Aslan, or at least are affiliated with such.” Epicurus extended a friendly hand to the elf before he continued, hoping that his efforts in making a new friend, or acquaintance ”Epicurus Vampyler, Lord Protector of Medonia, Knight of the Order of the Black Rose and fellow follower of Aslan.”