A Brewing Storm

The Ecounter
Idosole walked out of her guild, a smile and a wave towards it despite no one being in. It was pretty late now, the moon far in the sky. She decided to go for a stroll around town before turning in for the night, walking through the streets. Even with the moon up, the streets were full, townies drinking at the bar and a few tourists ducking into restaurants. Sometimes she forgot this place was an island rather than a city that lead to more land. Only the sea parted after the streets.

After grabbing a small packet of chips and munching on them she came across an interesting man. He wore a blue coat but something about his looks was off. Unlike the tourists he didn't seem to be enjoying the food, instead, he drank out of a bottle that she had never seen before. Idosole walked up to him, a neutral face to greet him.

"Can I help you, sir? You look a bit... lost," she asked.