You take a look at the stream and panic for a moment when you can't see your reflection, then realise that you aren't looking at it from the right angle. You look... awful, but in a hangover kind of way, not a monstrous hell-beast kind of way. You wash your face a little and try to get some of the vomit out of your clothing, then stumble back towards town.
You wander past various travellers moving through the town, trying to beat down the all-consuming thirst you're feeling long enough to get back to the tavern. The main streets of the town are lined with various shops and converge at the covered marketplace and bridge, but the tavern is a little short of that. As you approach, you pass a butcher's shop and stare into the window. The rich, blood-stained cuts of meat hanging from hooks and laid out on the display boards don't really look appetising to you, but you can't stop staring at the butcher (a red-headed human woman) and her throat. You can almost hear her blood pumping. She catches your eye and you hurry away.
Not encouraging, all said and done, but you refrain from just leaping at people in the street and savaging their throats out. You really, really need to drink something, but you're not actually being driven mad with thirst yet. Thinking of thirst you find your tavern, the Cock and Crow, and settle into the taproom. The publican (a burly bald man with thick forearms and a scowl, busy cleaning glassware) informs you that you're going to have to pay for the damages from last night. You have better things to worry about, so that, another night's room and a mug of ale sets you back a silver piece. You pay it and scurry over to a corner seat to nurse your beer.
You give the beer a tentative sip. Not bad. It doesn't quench your thirst, but it's still pretty tasty in an alcoholic sort of way. You don't find yourself needing to throw it up either, not like with the water, although you think that might have been a side effect of drinking so much your belly was on the verge of distending. As you muse on the matter, a hand clamps you on the shoulder. You look up into the warm eyes of your companions and fellow travelling minstrels, a silver-haired elf maiden, Omo, and a sandy-haired human girl, Nym.
"There you are!" says Nym.
"Been looking for you all morning. You end up passed out in a ditch again?"You can't help your eyes from trailing from her smile to the pulsing vein on her neck.
Vitality: 8/8
Thirst: Terrible
XP: 0
Inventory: Shabby clothes, wineskin w/ cheap wine, 4 silver pieces, boxwood harp, copper dagger.
Skills: Competent Singer, Competent Harper, Adequate Poet, Adquate Dancer
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Topic: You are a Vampire (Read 8585 times)