Curious Conversations

Journal Entry,

After having left Beigen I have been journeying speedily towards Fagimburg, in the hopes of hunkering down until the weather gets better, since recently, it has been unpredictable. We decided to make a short stop on an island a few days journey from Fagimburg to take a rest. Of course, any good rest must include a drink at a tavern.

 

"What?! This tavern doesn't serve any Pu-erh tea? It isn't that rare!"

"Artagnan, relax," my good companion Firmin said. "Besides, you know as well as I do that Pu-erh tea is exotic and quite expensive, so a small island like this isn't likely to have any. Nevertheless, we could just ask a local if they know of any taverns on this island that may serve you your fancy Pu-erh tea."

"Hey, hey, alright, I'll ask around." What's wrong with wanting a good cup of tea?

 

"Excuse me, yes, you sir!" Do you know of any taverns around here that happen to serve Pu-erh tea?"

 

 

Continued here...

 

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