Kirell sits alone.

On Friday, January 8, 2010 at 10:45am, Widnidsir said:
Kirell sits alone in the saloon talking, often to himself, at other times to the Bar Tender.
You want to hear something funny?
I liked this town better when there was always something to KILL!
Is that a little twisted?
What do you care? You just have to serve that piss that passes for mead.
Step aside old man. Let me show you how to prepare a proper Angori mead!!
“I don’t know but I’ve been told.”
“ It’s hard to run with the weight of gold.”
“On the other hand I’ve heard it said it’s just as hard with the weight of lead”
Thalenir walks into the tavern just in time to hear Kirell's banter. He laughs and sits next to his friend. "Funny as it sounds, I agree. Peace has its advantages, but nothing is quite as... invigorating as living in Jastrey these past few mestruns. Things just don't seem the same without a dragon breathing down our necks."
Thalenir orders a mead. "One of these days, you'll have to introduce me to the angori variety. Until then, cheers." He raises his mug to Kirell with his good arm and takes a swig.
"Incidentally, how are you adapting to your... erm, condition?"
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
- Wizard of Oz
"Everyone's a critic!" - Dying words of Rizzik the Corpsecrafter
Honestly, I've never felt better.
I still have that hollow feeling inside though. I feel as though there is something more for me.
Did you hear something?
Kirell glances toward the open door, and then dashes out.
"I wish I was a headlight on a north bound train."