Nilrem sat at the center of the tavern.
He tilted a large pitcher and drank the ale straight from it without any concern for manners. Foam dripped down the side as he lowered it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
A crowd had gathered around him, including merchants, guards, porters, and a few Magi mixed in, forming a loose circle.
The tavern was loud and warm, filled with the smell of food, spilled liquor, and sweat. Conversations had quieted, chairs were turned toward the old man, and even the servers slowed as people leaned in to listen.
Most of the listeners wore curious or amused expressions. Some were skeptical, while others were clearly entertained already. A few crossed their arms, waiting to see if the old man could actually back up his boasting.
Nilrem spread his arms wide, a warm and holy look on his elderly face.
"My children," he began softly. "Let me tell you about my time in the Land of Beasts, Mabi."
