A DragonRealms Tale
Submitted: 22 November 2000

Nostalgia

by Sailai

(The Provinces: 160 Uthmor 363)

A small Rakash woman with short red hair enters the bar. She is simply dressed in goblinskin leathers with a walnut longbow slung over one shoulder. There is a look of fatigue in her gold eyes. She approaches the bar and helps herself to a sausage.

After she finishes, she looks up at Baresh. Speaking in the Rakash language, she says, "I've been thinking a lot about the recent comments of visitors, both young and old, unhappy with what our Realms have become. And I realize that I, too, must now jump on this bandwagon."

"Perhaps it is the fact that people have become so washed out. There is so little adventure anymore! People are downright boring. I know many folks who do not talk unless to sell something or to beg to be healed. Like that young Paladin said, people aren't sociable. Things that are supposed to be fun, like hunting, have become a chore for many. The Elanthia I used to know was full of people with a sense of joy, people who weren't always concerned with gaining experience."

"Attitudes have changed so much. As Dreamheart said, there are people wandering our streets-gangs-whose only joy is to bring others pain. Now, that's nothing new-witness the acts of Lyras and Lord Sorrow-but these gangs aren't even interesting. They're merely murderers."

"I used to despair over the lack of interesting people in this new Elanthia, over the lack of people willing to go adventuring just for the sake of having an adventure. Listening to some of the people at this tavern, I no longer despair. You can tell people to contact me if they ever are bored and want someone to travel with. Elanthia's old adventuring spirit isn't dead, it's merely dormant."

Looking refreshed, the woman stands up, bows, and leaves.

 
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