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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Outfit: Damp
Interactions: Ransom [@Atrophy], vaguely Kel [@NoriWasHere]
Lunar Phase: Half Moon [Day 5 of 29][/code][/right][hr]
In the end, Eilrethiel’s rainbow light display fizzled out and the attention seeking job was taken over by a more normal elf and a tiefling that had climbed onto the roof. They seemed much more capable than he was. They seemed to know what they were doing! And it didn’t seem like there were any other people to scoop out of the snow… Shame, shame. There wasn't much else he could do- if only it wasn’t a half moon!

As the thought crossed his mind Eil looked up with a mental apology to the beautiful moon hanging in the sky. It was the provider of his magic, and he appreciated it, even if it was fickle. 

[color=plum]“Welp, looks like they’ve got this covered. World’s ending, let’s get drunk. I bet you Rosa keeps the good stuff under the counter.”[/color]

Eil was surprised to hear that from someone clearly strong and heroic. If he was calling it a night, there really wasn’t anything Eil could do but stand around getting in the way… Yeah, he’d just be more trouble out here than in there. He’d only come out to wet his gills after all.

[color=4967d5]”Sure!”[/color] He said cheerfully to no one, only belatedly realising that Ransom hadn’t waited and was already half way to the bar. Eil scrambled after him, almost slipping on the snow and back into the pile beside the angriest gnome he’d ever met. 

[color=ea834e]"Magic- There aren't any wizards in town that can shut that damned thing off?!"[/color]

His head perked up as he followed Ransom, mouth half open to answer. Then he stopped and closed it again. He knew what happened when a sorcerer pretended to be a wizard. People just didn’t believe sorcerers could be smart too- just cause their magic was innate didn’t mean that they understood nothing about it! Though, he had to admit he had no clue in this case. He’d have to get closer to the tower to try to figure it out with his own magic… They didn’t teach arcane tower 101 in wizard school after all.

So he just shook his head sadly on the way past Grask, almost tripping over the same fox that had tried to claim one victim via getting underfoot tonight. Eil suppressed an embarrassing squeak of surprise, hopping on one foot and almost tripping over nothing at all. Oh god, talk about an awful first impression! And here he was hoping to make friends– 

No one was looking at him. Thank Sashelas! 

He was able to avoid any other near faceplants as he made his way over to the bar just in time to watch Ransom very suavely leap over it. He stared open mouthed for a moment, shocked by both the ease of the action and the action itself. What the fuck?! You could just go behind a bar and take something?! He thought taking things left out was seen as stealing to land dwellers. He’d been run out of a town for it! But here this guy was, jumping behind the bar and grabbing a drink like it was nothing. 

Or maybe it was just the circumstances.

[color=4967d5]”The world isn’t actually ending, we probably won’t even die.”[/color] Eil blurted out. [color=4967d5]”If it hasn’t exploded ye-”[/color]

His probably unwanted explanations were cut off by a blast of some brown liquid in his direction. Wasn’t enough to actually hit his face but Gods, he could smell it! Damn, that was strong. He assumed, at least. He didn’t really have much experience with alcohol, seeing as they didn’t drink it in his town. They didn’t really drink anything, in fact, by virtue of being, well, underwater. They didn’t need to so long as they were using their gills! 

That didn’t mean they didn’t have fun things like alcohol. There were all sorts of funky underwater plants that fermented to have the same effect, and the trips he’d taken ingesting certain fish… Hoh boy! 

He cleared his throat, doing his best to calm down his excitement at explaining why if they were going to die, it probably would’ve happened. Sure, he didn’t know about wizard towers, but he knew plenty about failing spells. But he didn’t want to look [i]uncool[/i] in front of this incredibly hot blond man and possible friend. Or the equally beautiful tiefling the hot man had raised his drink to!

[color=4967d5]”Whether the world ends or not, a drink for this disaster is a must.”[/color] He said, a tad calmer than before. It was pretty clear, though, that he was purposefully enunciating his words in a ‘proper’ way, trying to dampen the somewhat odd accent he had. It was the side effect of mostly speaking sea languages… Though he was perfectly fluent in common, some of the sounds just didn’t quite come out right. But now he was very much making an effort for them to come out right. 

[color=4967d5]”I’d jump over too, but I don’t want to follow your amazing performance.”[/color] He grinned at Ransom with a wink, as if it was entirely because of how beautifully Ransom had jumped over and nothing to do with the fact Eil would end up flopping his way across like a stranded fish. 

[color=4967d5]”I’m Eilrethiel, by the way.”[/color] He said, forcing himself to say his name in a way he knew land dwellers could say it- without any of the clicks and whistles that came with Sea Elvish. He was doing his best to appear as a well adjusted land person, after all. A very cool one at that. [color=4967d5]”I go by Eil too, it’s probably easier. Best to know who we’re drinking with at the possible end of the world, right?”[/color]

Though he wasn’t sure if he’d manage more than a sip of the drink, if someone much bigger and stronger than him had spat it out. But it was worth a sip. Or maybe a few, if his theory about them not being about to die was wrong.