07-17-2014, 11:49 AM
The castle town of Pherae was perhaps the busiest in all of Pherae. Behind the castle walls, the town enjoyed peace as the citizens went about their day. Shops and blacksmiths usually enjoyed a vast selection of merchandise from Lycia and Bern, though the latter was becoming rarer by the day. The three taverns were always sources of lively conversation and mercenaries at any hour of the day or night. All of this happened in the foreground of Castle Pherae, a grand structure that had remained relatively unchanged since the reign of the original Lord Elbert. The people here could view the castle from almost anywhere in town and know they were safe from the outside world.
It was on the cobblestone streets that the castle librarian, Paige Pierpont, walked amongst the townspeople in the late morning hours. Usually, she was vibrant and greeted the day with eagerness. Today, dressed in her drab brown cloak, the bags under her eyes revealed the long night she had suffered through. She had read through dozens of books, yet she could not find what she was looking for. The night had left her defeated; if she were to continue her work, Paige needed a little assistance.
The librarian found herself in a little tea shop, a far quieter alternative to the taverns around town. She knew the herbalist from her frequent visits, so Paige usually didn’t have to say her order. This time however, she needed something stronger.
“Can we make it the Bernese Blend?” Paige said to the woman behind the counter.
“Someone had a long night,” the herbalist responded as she grabbed a different set of tea bags. She handed Paige a mug of steaming water where the tea soaked, while Paige handed over a couple of gold pieces.
“Enjoy. We don’t have much of this stuff left, what with the border closure.”
Paige nodded, not her usual talkative self. She took a seat outside at one of the tables, hoping the sunlight combined with the strong tea would waken her from half slumber. She took slow sips as she watched people walk by. Her thoughts wandered as she pondered the question she had been seeking all night long.
Who was the Lycian Emperor?
It was on the cobblestone streets that the castle librarian, Paige Pierpont, walked amongst the townspeople in the late morning hours. Usually, she was vibrant and greeted the day with eagerness. Today, dressed in her drab brown cloak, the bags under her eyes revealed the long night she had suffered through. She had read through dozens of books, yet she could not find what she was looking for. The night had left her defeated; if she were to continue her work, Paige needed a little assistance.
The librarian found herself in a little tea shop, a far quieter alternative to the taverns around town. She knew the herbalist from her frequent visits, so Paige usually didn’t have to say her order. This time however, she needed something stronger.
“Can we make it the Bernese Blend?” Paige said to the woman behind the counter.
“Someone had a long night,” the herbalist responded as she grabbed a different set of tea bags. She handed Paige a mug of steaming water where the tea soaked, while Paige handed over a couple of gold pieces.
“Enjoy. We don’t have much of this stuff left, what with the border closure.”
Paige nodded, not her usual talkative self. She took a seat outside at one of the tables, hoping the sunlight combined with the strong tea would waken her from half slumber. She took slow sips as she watched people walk by. Her thoughts wandered as she pondered the question she had been seeking all night long.
Who was the Lycian Emperor?