1 (Kelian's totally true, why would she lie. )
Chapter one:
Rumors of a new den of debauchery are spreading through the misty depths of the Jungle. No one knows who built the Teahouse that clings to the dark tree like some dark, forbidden fruit. After climbing the winding stairs, the entrance seems like any other tavern. Tables are scattered across the room with a bar running along the back wall.
Most days, it is manned by a medium sized, fierce woman wearing a skull mask that covers most of her face. Lips painted to match the crimson wall's smile to familiar and new patrons alike. Her long, dark red tresses are brushed back to not hinder her in case someone foolishly tries to start trouble. A pair of thin blades grace her hips as she silently moves throughout the room. While she is striking, the woman is not the main draw to the establishment. Most have only visited the tearoom and perhaps the Gazebo that tops the true wonder of the place. The bloom covered columns are just the first layer of the real fun. The lower level's are where you can find your true desires.
Those depths have been the cause of rumors that become more outlandish with each telling. A man, they might say, entertains only the most unique of visitors in a boudoir of lust and depravity. Spoken like true little sheep filled with jealousy and horsesh- A deep, amused voice suddenly interrupts the speaker before slapping a hand over his mouth.
Now, Wendle don't be rude.
I was only having a bit of fun, right ladies? The storyteller's voice has swiftly changed from a slow, sultry tone to a smooth, flirtatious chime. The three nearly bare chested maidens giggled at his exaggerated wink. Wendle nips the hand covering his mouth none too gently, making the women giggle even more at the affronted look on their storyteller's handsome face.
Wendle, we have a delivery to complete. Flirt later.
The taller of the two sighs and nods before turning back to his almost evening delights. My freakishly medium sized friend, Wendle simply smirks from his 6.4 height, is correct. I hope to see you lovelies again soon. He grins charmingly as he tucks a small barrel under his arm. Wendle already heading towards the door of the quaint brewery they were collecting a particular vintage from this evening. The shortest, and the busiest of the three women, leans forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.
We can't wait Wendle! Tell us more next time, and stay longer. The other two pinch her hips in unison, more jealous than reprimanding. With a jauntily blown kiss, Wendle popped out the door and into the night.
The place hasn't even been open a fortnight and you are already selling it out to be this great wonder. What are we going to do when we can't deliver on our promises? Wendle grumbles to his partner and friend as they load the last of the barrels into the back of a small, horse drawn cart.
We'll be fine. You're the muscle, I'm the brain's and beauty. Wendle snorts at the red head now leaning against the side of the cart, and I wish you would just trust me. Kelian pretends to glare at her closest friend since arriving in the exiled land. And stop interrupting me, you know I hate- suddenly, Wendle pushes her even more against the cart, his calloused fingers stopping Kelian's words instantly. A commotion could be heard from inside the city, screams and cries of fear. The clashing of swords makes their eyes meet quickly in the near darkness. Thankfully, this specific brewery is small and tucked into the outer walls of the desert city. With no more talking, they work fast to get everything tightened and travel ready. Whatever is going on inside has nothing to do with them, and these two would prefer to keep it that way. In no time, they were heading East, away from Sepermeru and it's problems.
Though the trip is long, being able to offer different flavors from around the land will be a great way to make their Teahouse stand out amongst the rest. As the small cart is eaten up by the darkness, Kelian takes one last look at the lights of the city. A beautiful sight to behold, but just like most beautiful things, it could be quite deadly if one is not careful...
