The Grousing Porcine is a small tavern just west of Saj-graf. It has been handed down for three generations now and each has had the privilege of expanding the building to accommodate more people. It was two days after the tournaments that Einden was starting to hope the crowds would ebb soon. They had more than broken in the new tables in that time, but he did not care as he had more than made back any damages he would find.
The stories going about how a Forest Walker by the name of Arkith defeated Sir Corvus in the final were the excitement. Following it in popularity was how Lady Kala had to bow out after Arkith had a word with her. Einden had missed the fighting, as he was not one for a regulated fight. Yet in the past two days he could have recreated the whole situation as the town remembered it.
“Another round here for us,” Jaspert called over to Einden. “To the rest of you I have now told you the story of the Incursion of Port Gertrude. And if you had not all been at the fight yesterday I would entertain you with that. Yet I now need a new story, so let me tell you of the old man in Anjin Col. He lived up in a cave in the mountains east, with few trusted contacts practicing in the forbidden art…”
Eiden did not have time to listen to stories, but Jaspert did seem to have some good ones and patrons kept buying him drinks. Eiden was waiting for someone else to show up. Crevan was to show up and give him guidance for the future. Crevan’s advice was not cheap, but the man was accurate. He could read your future with a few questions and a short consultation of the heavens. He would show you the path you were on and tell you when to change. What Eiden wanted to know was if his fortune was tied to Saj-graf or if he should sell the place and move on from here. Ertle had given him a nice offer that he could live on the rest of his life.