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*In Bajas is a wharf side dive called the Tavern, for lack of a better name. Chasa and Vek own it. It serves the dock works and a mixture of blue collar clientèle. Music, stage magic, simple fare and plentiful drinks. In this place he owns a deceptively large building built into the front of a cave. Inside are his meager possessions, mostly books and maps. Nothing he would miss if he never returned. | *In Bajas is a wharf side dive called the Tavern, for lack of a better name. Chasa and Vek own it. It serves the dock works and a mixture of blue collar clientèle. Music, stage magic, simple fare and plentiful drinks. In this place he owns a deceptively large building built into the front of a cave. Inside are his meager possessions, mostly books and maps. Nothing he would miss if he never returned. | ||
− | + | Veks comment on his realm to Alvah: | |
− | + | '''''Some day I'll show my wharf side fisherman's tavern, under a light purple sky, with its gray storm clouds raining hard every few days and the green sun casting a bright yellow light. Sailors in different styles of craft working the shallows and the deeps, bringing in crab and lobster and huckleburrs to his cleaning docks. The deep water craft bringing in tuna and shark and sport fish to the packing docks where they clean, smoke, can and fry on the deep water wharf. nightly the home folks come to the craft circle to trade their wares for the wares of the sea. And the people from the far off city come to buy the canned and smoked fish for the people inland. blue snow capped mountains, black and purple diamond sands. The sound of jazz coming from oddly bent tavern where the community folks gather.''''' | |
− | '''''Some day I'll show my wharf side fisherman's tavern, under a light purple sky, with its gray storm clouds raining hard every few days | ||
==='''''"Veksvale" 3 pips'''''=== | ==='''''"Veksvale" 3 pips'''''=== |