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The Kingdom of Hynafiaid
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Tulak, second Inquisitor of Hynafiaid, ascended the stairs of Elion's bar. There were no patrons and no staff downstairs, the hour quite early yet. He made his way down the hall, stopping at the entrance to the large and formal dining room. Elion was there alone, asleep, collapsed, his head on the wood cover of the keys. Tulak roused him, making no movement save a kind smile as Elion drew blades, startled to be somewhere other than his own bed. Tulak helped the disheveled Elion to his feet, and the pair, after an exchange of greetings, adjourned to the ground floor for a friendly drinking game.
Elion's mood was poor, but it improved much over the course of the game. Emily, the young new barmaid, worked diligently behind the bar as they played. The two shared conversation and laughter as they took turns bouncing a coin into one another's drink, the loser, Tulak, left to down a nearly-full bottle of bourbon.
As Tulak drank, and ate his breaded venison steak he had ordered from Emily, his thoughts were interrupted by another voice in his own head. It was Elion, speaking to him telepathically, telling him of yet another one of his visions - a vision where Merca Undomer dies in a duel. This was no news to Tulak, whose head was swimming after his first encounter with telepathy and half a bottle of hard alcohol over lunch. What was new, however, was the identity of the other duellist.
"Aeronwen Cadarn,"
Elion's voice echoed through Tulak's mind. He excused himself, getting his food wrapped to go, regretting his decision to waste time at the bar with such important news. He and Elion departed, teleporting to Elion's estate to discuss matters further. No time for fun, food, or drink; this was a serious matter.