Klah, or something a little stronger! open

[jilli]

Kunihiko slid into a seat at the village's only house of spirits. He knew of course, as a candidate he shouldn't be going to places like this, but it was one of his favorites. The atmosphere was relaxed, the Klah hot and spiced, and the wiskey would kick you on your arse faster than a new wyvern mother after you stepped on one of her eggs.

There was a distinct smell of spirits here. Stale, new, everything. He winked at the serving girl and she smiled in greeting.

"The usual Kuni?"

"Actually I think I'll change it up a bit. Two shots instead of one this time."

She opened her eyes wider and it almost made him laugh.

"You sure about that on your first drink? What did you get out of classes tomorrow or somethin?"

He did chuckle at that. "Honestly Hrine, you'd think I was a lightweight the way you carry on. I still have classes tomorrow I just want to relax and unwind tonight if that's okay." He gave her one of his warm gazes and looked at her until her cheeks colored and she mumbled 'two shots, got it...'

He leaned back triumphantly and soon had a cup of hot klah that had been doctored by two shots of fire whiskey. If the heat didn't warm you, the booze was guaranteed to do just that.

[Zero]

“Make it a double!” The thiefs voice rang out in the smoky atmosphere of Rindells famed house of sprites. It was F’lons favorite place in the village, right up there next to the market. He did, after all, have a certain fondness for the shiny, expensive wares the shop owners put out each day. Today was different though, it was a moment of celebration and relaxation for him. What could he say? Returning to Rindell after six months with his biggest payoff yet had put the man in an incredibly good mood. That’s not to say that little bags of marks, rings, and shiny jewelry wouldn’t go missing from the gathered crowd. He was a thief after all. No matter how good the previous days work was, he was always on the prowl.

Knocking back his third shot, he pulled a face as the liquid burned his way down to his belly before pushing away from the bar top. It was then a figure seated across the room caught his eye. He wasn’t from the village that was obvious, but why did that kid look familiar? F’lon scratched at his chin before striding over to where Kunihiko sat. “Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?”