Arialla didn't usually frequent taverns, but her second LongNight in Caido had driven her to the Hanged Man -- for the cheerful, festival atmosphere more than the alcohol itself. Oh, Torchline might not have monsters, might not include the horrors of LongNight in the Hollowed Grounds -- horrors that Arialla hoped she'd never see, as she had no intention of ever lingering in the Grounds this time of year -- but the constantly dark skies still oppressed Arialla's spirits. So, like so many Torchers, she could use a distraction.
At home, everyone had drunk wine at every meal -- watered, usually, in varying proportions depending on the occasion and the drinker. It had taken Arialla a while to get used to other beverages, here, and now as she waved politely to the barkeep, she called, "Hello! I'd like to try your wine."
please don't take my sunshine away
