Dariq was already off the ship, leaping from it as they were reaching the port. He paid the dock master for their safe harbor and set off to hunt for a drink, drank by all but those who lived in the skies. Seeing that Braelv wasn't a floating city he set off in search for the stuff.
Being an elf, Dariq could never fit in anywhere but, he did have a knack for looking like he belonged. So, with that in mind he had no fear that he would be jumped like some stupid tourist and set off southward. He bought some flavored bread, seemingly a local delicacy, to him it tasted bland. But he had been to all corners of the world since meeting Garrett and had tasted some of the richest and wildest flavours the world had to offer, unlike maithien who rarely tried anything stranger then... Say.. Flavored bread.
He walked into a shop, it was a small, dark shop, filled with smoke and had a narrow passage leading to an adjoining bar. 'No doubt a front for some riskier venture' he thought, having some.. Personal knowledge on such things. But what would be considered odd, especially to a sky dweller was that it was colder then outside. That was what Dariq was looking out for. "'Ey deer, chu gots any 'oh dat lovely grookroot?" He asked the quiet old lady behind the counter who was silently staring at him, she responded by pulling out a flask, about 8" tall and tear drop shaped with a claver little mechanism on the top that helped to seal the flask tightly shut. The flask itself a clear but the liquid inside was a deep brown, blackey colour with bubbles rising from odd places to disappear intoe bottom of the liquid. The flask also still had some ice and small rivulets of water on it. Dariq took it from the silent woman, paying its usual price and smiling as the cold flask cooled his hands.
With that done he set off back northward to the shop, hoping to find a more hospitable bar after reaching the ship and getting and ice box, hoping that the bar would not mind filling the box with ice, preferable for no extra charge, for grookroot was best served cold. While Dariq had not yet opened it to have any he could jus trembler the buzz it gives and the sweet sickly taste that lingers too long in the throat. He chucked as he remembered the brown drink the sky landers drank, gave the same buzz but was bitter and foul.