A hooded man enters the thread, his weak gait threatening to collapse his legs beneath him like a house of cards. Sitting down in a chair, he rests upon his cane. His voice is a whisper, yet it carries in the still air:
"Visiting the Old Worlds is much like returning to villages after they have been raided. I walked through many town squares and was struck by how time seemed to have stopped in places. There was one burnt tavern that still kept its shape from years ago, its roof still at a 30-degree angle with the teddy bear leg pinned underneath the rafters."
He reaches into his pocket and takes out an origami cup. This was the fabled Everlasting Mug of Milktea. From its shallow depths arose a delicious sweet drink, tapioca pearls floating on its surface. With trembling hands he took a sip and sighed. "The final collapse of Ayenee.com into the ether brings some closure to her fate. It was then that I remembered a place even older, and came here."
With a flick of a gloved hand he flicked his hood back. Why, it wasn't an old man but a young one, his features virtually the same as the statues in the cathedral! The wars had not given him wrinkles. If anything, the years have only draped more ribbons on his tabard.
"It's been a while, friends. Come, have a drink with me..."
"Visiting the Old Worlds is much like returning to villages after they have been raided. I walked through many town squares and was struck by how time seemed to have stopped in places. There was one burnt tavern that still kept its shape from years ago, its roof still at a 30-degree angle with the teddy bear leg pinned underneath the rafters."
He reaches into his pocket and takes out an origami cup. This was the fabled Everlasting Mug of Milktea. From its shallow depths arose a delicious sweet drink, tapioca pearls floating on its surface. With trembling hands he took a sip and sighed. "The final collapse of Ayenee.com into the ether brings some closure to her fate. It was then that I remembered a place even older, and came here."
With a flick of a gloved hand he flicked his hood back. Why, it wasn't an old man but a young one, his features virtually the same as the statues in the cathedral! The wars had not given him wrinkles. If anything, the years have only draped more ribbons on his tabard.
"It's been a while, friends. Come, have a drink with me..."