After a large amount of time, the exact length of which he had not bothered to keep track of, Raktilvenaesiix decided it was time to search for answers.
There had to be some significance to why he had ended up in this town on this shard rather than anywhere else. Maybe he grew up here? That didn't really seem likely though. The first few people that he had met didn't say anything out right that would lead him to believe they where once acquainted.
There was the possibility that it was just the last place he was able to make it before collapsing. He shuddered a bit, hoping that it wasn't the case. While it didn't matter so much, because he remembers nothing, he didn't want a brand new start. He wanted a place he belonged, if anything. Maybe if he was in a familiar place, the locals would know something of his past and that would help him to back track and find out what happened to him. He hoped that the case wasn't that he forced himself to forget; That wouldn't be a pleasant thing to go back to.
Coming from a decently sized hole in the mines he had found, he walked towards the tavern. Today, he hoped that someone who might know him would see him. As he got closer he didn't see anyone around, but he continued on anyway.
He went through the door and didn't bother to look around for anyone; He didn't want to appear anxious to see anyone. With his eyes focused on the target, he headed straight for the bar. He sat down and proceeded to order some ale. When his drink came to him, he started sipping it. It wasn't much, at least compared to what his new Angori friend Zwey drank with him on several occasions, but it was enough to do the trick. If he didn't get any answers today, then he was going to forget the questions.
Riddles, taking a break from his constant writing of 'legal' documents, comes down from his hospital for a moment to get a drink. He walks across the courtyard to the newly renovated tavern, and pauses for a moment to look up at the fountains of ale spurting from the new and improved Shady Corners. He sighs to himself.
Pushing open the doors to the bar, he goes directly to the bar, taking the seat next to the Drakna and Mr. Helpful (Zwey). He orders a stout from the bartender, and then notices the slithery man next to him. He stares for a bit at the Drakna's scales, and then goes back to focusing intently on his stout. He lets out a bit of a sigh, and takes a long drink.
Upon Zwey's entry, Raktilvenaesiix embraced his arm in a shake and greeted him, "kenak dexezul tem vendranii."
When Zwey produced the flask of familiar liquid, Raktilvenaesiix quickly finished the contents of his drink, and offered the tankard to be filled. "nane dakezul ixna dake unkaii. aknavii et?"
Before receiving the alcohol, he saw the gnome eyeing him from his peripheral. "tem viilkethkuan drek? drek thanathsiida fordriikaii. drek kavii niilzakuan tem fakrenil siix." He chuckles a bit at his own remark.
He knew this might come up eventually. Sighing, he proceeded to reach into his pack and retrieve an erasable writing tablet and a writing utensil. In a very sloppy manner he wrote, "Sorry. No speak it. Strange for tongue. But write some and know how listen."
He presented the tablet to the gnome, waiting for his response.
The gnome looked at the tablet being handed to him, and sighed. His hands hurt from writing so many "legal" documents already. He gently pushed the tablet away from him. He looked over at the Drakna, a man he had seen around town before, and spurted out "You used to be able to talk, whats keeping you from it now?"
Zwey returns the warm grasp, and looks to the liqour, "Many thanks, and this is all yours, a get well gift." He turns to the gnome, and pulls a bottle of liquid that contains seperated green and red liquids. He hands it to the gnome and says, "Shake well before you enjoy, the flavors must mix. It smells of strawberries and kiwi, an exotice blend. "The Hodgpodge enjoys this drink when our coastal and mountain communties meet. Careful, the green is very potant.
The gnome takes the bottle of mixed liquids, and stands up and starts dancing. At first it appears as though he is humping the air gently, and then he goes absolutely crazy. He starts shaking the bottle up and down, and humping intensely, and wiggling his tooshie, and jumping up and down, and shaking his head. It appears as though he is attempting to do what he considers to be 'The Hodgepodge Shake'. He finally stops, and then looks at the bottle. The colors had blended nicely, into a sort of bright yellow color, with hints of red and green in it. He looks down at the bottle, shakes it one last time and takes a sip, and then giggles.
"Well thanks there Mr. Helpful! Now what have you been up to lately, and whats with Mr. Slithery?" he says, as he hiccups once from the strawberry-kiwi drink. The hiccup burns a little, and he smiles.
He took back his tablet and proceeded to write something more as Zwey gave the gnome some alcohol. Once the gnome started dancing, he paused to enjoy the sight. He returned to the tablet to continue writing, but all of the excitement caused him to lose this train of thought.
While thinking about what he was going to write, he heard the gnomes question. He stopped writing, placed down the tablet, and started sipping at the alcohol as he waited for Zwey to explain his situation.
"Well, I was minding the port-a-bar when I heard a terrific noise over by the, at the time, burned down tavern. 2 walls later, I found this fellow, looking less than healthy." Zwey pours some of his pumkin ale into a tankard for the Gnome, "Gave him some of this and he perked right up. Now we quest for his past life and why he is here." Zwey pulls a water skin from his pack, and pours its contents into a glass, then adds a fine orange powder, stirs it, and goes to sip from it, but pauses. "Where are my manners." He stands, clicks his heels together, and displays the Drakna, "Here we have Raktilvenaesiix, so you may adress him, CEO Mr. Dr. Riddles Shadowlark Sir Esquire Tinkering Knight of the Seelie Courts, President and Chief Executive Officer of the Jasterian Hospital of Istensia, MC of Fat Gnomish Beats
Zwey walks into the tavern, a large pack strapped to his back, and sweat beading on his brow. He spots the drakna sitting at the bar, looking dissapointed in his beverage. Zwey walks over and takes his pack off as he does so, and reaches within to reveal a small cask and a glass bottle full of a liquid that does not hold bubbles. He places his pack on behind the seat next to the lizard folk, and sets the cask and bottle before him, "Glad to see you up and about!"