That Feeling of Rain

A hooded figure wandered through the busy streets of Larc, dodging passing individuals as he hastened towards his destination. He stopped momentarily as he felt something tap along his cloak, his hand emerging from out of it as he tilted his head towards the sky.

Rain, slowly starting to drip as the clouds in the sky looked more grey than usual. The man grumbled as he quickly scanned the streets, looking for a tavern to wait out the rain in. He saw one, not too packed, so he quickly made his way inside, taking a seat at the main bar and raising a hand to get the bartenders attention. A burly man, a goliath, noticed him and walked over, placing his elbow on the bar as he leaned in to take the mans order.

"Whatever you recommend here, price doesn't matter." The hooded figure took the hood off and shook his hair, revealing his actual form, an elf.

The bartender nodded and turned around. "Don't recognize ya', elsewhere in Larc or foreign?" He pulled a nice bottle off the shelf, examining it before putting it away for another.

"Eh, n-" The elf thought on his words a moment. "Foreign, yes, still in Sciadan however."

The bartender exhaled through his nose and nodded along, pouring the man a drink. "Crazy times to be moving to the bigger city, eh? Recently had a crack in the sky and evil nightmare portals in the city." He slid the drink over to the elf.

The elf stares down at the drink before grasping it, taking a sip before speaking. "So I've heard, Sciadan seems to be the center of attention right now."

The bartender pulls a chair and sits down in front of him. "Aye, tell me about it, least it's mostly over now."

The man nodded and downed the glass, setting the empty glass on the bar. He rifled through his pockets and set fifteen gold on the table, pushing it towards the bartender.

"Thank ya' kindly." He nodded his head. "Now, if you're stayin', which I saw ya' duck in from the rain, tell me a story. Love hearin' from my customers."

The elf nodded as he placed an arm on the table, resting his head in his hand. "I'm a bit of a wanderer, no direct home though... I do have a village down south my family is from."

The man tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "It one of the bigger villages? Or not on a map?"

The elf shook his head. "Not on a map, no, smaller community. I actually descend from royalty, long way back."

The barkeep smiles and scoffs. "And which royalty? You've got me curious, wanderer."

"Don't know, I never inquired with my parents." His eyes glazed over the menu hanging above the barkeep. "...Could I actually get another of that drink you served me?"

The barkeep smiled, nodded, and turned around, pouring another drink. "Speaking of royalty, how do ya' think new King Muireach is gonna fare with all the strange magic stuff going about? Y'know, that... whole new Grey Age people are talkin' about" He slid the drink over to the elf who in turn tossed over another fifteen gold.

The elf picked up the drink as his eyes aimlessly wandered, himself lost in thought as he just nodded. "He'll do fine. I know it."