[IRP] Across the Mountains

[dreamsleever]

Idalius had spent a lot of time watching people here, learning, listening to their conversations. He'd done quite a bit of work at this inn before, cleaning tables and helping out for a small amount of pay. The innskeeper liked what he did; Idalius was very attentive to his duties, moreso than most, perhaps. And in doing so, he learned a lot of things. Such as about food.

The man who had arrived, he seemed to have quite an appetite. He answered the youth's question, though it was a bit cryptic. Come to think of it, Idalius had never looked at the tips of the mountains or considered them. The other man said that it was wet and cold, and got everywhere. Didn't sound pleasant to him…though the same could be said of sand, at least the last part.

The other man said that Idalius was one of the regulars. The manakete nodded. "I am," he replied. "My name is Idalius, and I am from Nabata." He held out his hand. This was how they greeted one-another, yes? "I work and eat here a bit. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir." He spoke in a very formal tone; the common tongue was one he'd learned mostly from books, and from a mentor.