One More Drink Before Home

[Venex Apara]

Anyone welcome, will mostly be conversation based

Ven, 22 years old

The Peaceful Promenade, one of the most well know taverns in Scara Brae, and the current tavern whose tables’ he was sitting at. After two years, Ven finally reached the edge of civilization. Further east were lands that were far more dangerous than he could imagine. That's what the stories say anyway. That's what all the stories say. Only exceptionally brave, skilled, or stupid went to those lands across the ocean.

He was tempted, oh so tempted to what lie beyond, but he couldn’t. He was just an ordinary person, just traveling where the wind took him. He was not skilled, he was not powerful, and he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t expect to see those lands and return alive.

He sighed. It was fun to dream, but it did sting a little when realizing some dreams would only be just that, dreams.

He sighed again. No point in dwelling on that. Not now in any case. What did need to be pondered was “What now?”. He went as far as he was willing to go in this direction. He walked, ran, rode horses, climbed mountains, and helped sail ships to reach this spot, this moment.

What to do, what to do, what to do from here? That question he asks himself every day, the driving question behind his life. Ven chuckled to himself. What to do indeed?

Shall he stay here in this town of sailors, pirates, and thieves? Or shall he move on? He couldn’t say what he wanted to do…

But, with Ven’s stomach growling and his throat dry, Ven did know one thing to do, dine. Dine among the merry band of people, enjoying themselves here.

Ven waved over the barkeep and ordered a simple meal and a drink. They returned not long later with both, and Ven gave them what he owed.