The sun shone brightly on the land, a ball of unforgiving fire, beating on the land. What wind that blew across the earth was a breath of life for all. The summers were wretched, at times, yet would also be wonderfully pleasant. The morning dew would evaporate quickly on the sparse flora outside the town of Coile. The day went by, the guards walking the walls, cursing the sun. Yet they would walk, always vigilant, waiting for the wind. for with the wind, came news. News of family in distant cities, news of the war, and even news of new technologies being discovered, or rediscovered. The hours passed, and the sun remained relentless. many prayed the day would finish, for the cool comfort of the moons Lunara and Astara. Yet prayer did not touch time. The only ones who did not pray for the days end were the barkeeps. The longer the heat, the more customers would come in, seeking the friendly mug of cool ale. And, in these bars, news spread, rivalries fought, friendships forged, and adventures begun.... Aeryn swore as he walked into the Golden Footstool. Of course, such a thing was so natural that no one paid him any mind. The heat was just as wretched as it was yesterday, and the day before, and so forth. Wiping sweat off his brow, Aeryn sat down at a table and kicked back, resting his large sword beside him. It wasn't long before a barmaid approached him, to take his order. "Hello, sir. What'll it be?" Grinning, Aeryn reached out and patted her bottom. "Well, now, can I order anything?" he asked, laughing as she swatted his hand away. "All right, all right, hon. A mug of beer. Cool, mind you. Oh, and put in a bit more ice than normal, would ya?" he knew very well the beer would already be watered down, but he wasn't looking to get drunk. At least, not yet. Right now, he just wanted to cool down, and beer tasted better than water anyway. It was just for the flavor, of course. He looked around, combing his hair to the side with his fingers, though only just. Licking his lips, he waited for his beverage while contemplating what he should eat. He was lucky enough to have remembered to show the guards at the gate his Tech badge. He had managed to get in without paying a single coin, thankfully, because he was a Technician. That, and being a bit famous didn't hurt. Though what he was famous for, exactly, was a mystery. "Here ya go, sir," the barmaid said upon returning. Of course, by now she had recognized Aeryn and was keeping well away from his probing hands. Placing the beer on the table, she looked at him with an eye, raising her brow. "If ya need anythin' else, just call. Mind you, you can only have what's on the menu." With that, she walked off to take care of other customers. Laughing, Aeryn drank his ale, crossing his legs and looking about. The people in the bar looked like regular folk, a few Techs here and there. Of course, most were Mechanics, since they were the ones with the most free time. Tinkers were too busy studying and Technicians were too busy helping and teaching. Of course, Aeryn had managed to get out of the latter. Now, he just waited. Paladins were going to strike here soon, and he wanted to be there to kill a few dozen.