There was just something about Vel Yuna.
Kristen remembered fondly what happened here last time she had visited. And by fondly, she didn't mean fondly. What an indecorous mess to which she had been a participating party, drinking until the boozy spirits wiped her memory clean and bid her to lie in such squalid (and embarrassing!) conditions. This time, however, propriety would rule the day. Yes, it would have been far better if she and her fellows had simply averted passing through town, simply camped for the night further down the road. But they did not. Now, Kristen was back in the Yuna Lager, Vel Yuna's sole and constantly busy tavern, and she was already a couple ales deep. She didn't even like ale! Regardless, no matter how tipsy she became, she needed to make sure she didn't cross over into being scandalously drunk this time.
And she was quite tipsy. Which meant Kristen's social currency had become hugs, and this currency she tossed about indiscriminately, hugging anyone and everyone for little to no reason.
Presently, she sat at the bar counter with another Dreadlord Initiate—Carter. Carter was a lad of astounding size, bulky and with something of a hunchback, though...he wasn't the brightest. He was simple. But now that Kristen and her companions were a few to several drinks in, the ale had gotten Carter talking about something that had been on his mind, something he otherwise would not have brought up.
"I...I really don't know how to tell Penny," he said, nervous and bashful. Penny was another Dreadlord Initiate, simple like Carter, with big saucer-like eyes contrasting her small stature, said eyes always having difficulty understanding even the most basic of concepts. Most pertinent to the present conversation was the plainly evident fact that Carter fancied her. He had been worried sick about her during an Incursion of lizardmen in which she had been captured, and now, with graduation fast approaching, he was even more worried.
He thought he might never get the chance to tell her how he felt.
"Ohhhhhh, Carter," Kristen said (with only a tiny slur to her speech), reaching over and giving Carter another side-hug that totaled up to...well, she had lost count now. "Listen..."
So Kristen started to say, before—
Kristen remembered fondly what happened here last time she had visited. And by fondly, she didn't mean fondly. What an indecorous mess to which she had been a participating party, drinking until the boozy spirits wiped her memory clean and bid her to lie in such squalid (and embarrassing!) conditions. This time, however, propriety would rule the day. Yes, it would have been far better if she and her fellows had simply averted passing through town, simply camped for the night further down the road. But they did not. Now, Kristen was back in the Yuna Lager, Vel Yuna's sole and constantly busy tavern, and she was already a couple ales deep. She didn't even like ale! Regardless, no matter how tipsy she became, she needed to make sure she didn't cross over into being scandalously drunk this time.
And she was quite tipsy. Which meant Kristen's social currency had become hugs, and this currency she tossed about indiscriminately, hugging anyone and everyone for little to no reason.
Presently, she sat at the bar counter with another Dreadlord Initiate—Carter. Carter was a lad of astounding size, bulky and with something of a hunchback, though...he wasn't the brightest. He was simple. But now that Kristen and her companions were a few to several drinks in, the ale had gotten Carter talking about something that had been on his mind, something he otherwise would not have brought up.
"I...I really don't know how to tell Penny," he said, nervous and bashful. Penny was another Dreadlord Initiate, simple like Carter, with big saucer-like eyes contrasting her small stature, said eyes always having difficulty understanding even the most basic of concepts. Most pertinent to the present conversation was the plainly evident fact that Carter fancied her. He had been worried sick about her during an Incursion of lizardmen in which she had been captured, and now, with graduation fast approaching, he was even more worried.
He thought he might never get the chance to tell her how he felt.
"Ohhhhhh, Carter," Kristen said (with only a tiny slur to her speech), reaching over and giving Carter another side-hug that totaled up to...well, she had lost count now. "Listen..."
So Kristen started to say, before—
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