A Mystical Adventure
As you gulp down the ale, you feel relaxed and refreshed, glad that no one has given you problems so far about the age you look. You glance around, hoping to find some answers and spot a man wearing a cloak nearby. He glances at you with a smile and comes to sit beside you.
"A new face around here, eh?!" He exclaims, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "Welcome to the Drunken Unicorn! The finest tavern in the world, eh, Mark?!"
The bartender just shrugs and begins to polish a mug.
"Here, have a drink of ale on me. Tell me, where did you come from, young'un. I can't say I've seen you around these parts, and those clothes you wear are awfully strange."
You begin to tell your story, the alchohol that you continue to down loosening your tongue. You explain how you fell from the sky with very few memories of who you are, and that you ditched a strange winged kitten. The man laughs and offers you another drink. He seems to find your company quite entertaining.
"A new face around here, eh?!" He exclaims, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "Welcome to the Drunken Unicorn! The finest tavern in the world, eh, Mark?!"
The bartender just shrugs and begins to polish a mug.
"Here, have a drink of ale on me. Tell me, where did you come from, young'un. I can't say I've seen you around these parts, and those clothes you wear are awfully strange."
You begin to tell your story, the alchohol that you continue to down loosening your tongue. You explain how you fell from the sky with very few memories of who you are, and that you ditched a strange winged kitten. The man laughs and offers you another drink. He seems to find your company quite entertaining.