A small stretch of the arm away was Ahreknun, once again enjoying the overcrowded, paced atmosphere of the Dragon, however his ale held his attention more than the conversation that engulfed him. He sat in hope of being approached by anybody to guide him; "Strong and smart, yet lacking power and knowledge" as he was described by his father, Ahrenook.
Ahreknun was relaxed, yet uneasy, as he normally was in these somewhat unfamiliar situations, but every time his mind strayed from the surroundings, he reminded himself why he was here.
Ahreknun had visited the Green dagon only once before this past week, near 20 years previous, whilst still a boy, selflessly trying to discover the whereabouts of a rare stone, believed to have caused the disease which was blamed for the untimely death of his mother.
Turning to Aman and nodding, another brew was delivered to the bar where he sat. He pondered the worth of an early sleep, then disregarded his thoughts as he downed another pint, with eyes shut, and mind quickly giving way to his inebriated imaginings.
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