Ash 30, 121
Another Lysanrin Happy Hour night. But tonight's was special. It was the first time he had a full staff for it. So on this night, Franky was sitting at the end of the bar, watching as Haroth worked. Franky was sipping on a flagon, reveling in the pleasure of having more employees now. And Haroth was quite popular tonight it seemed, men and women were all trying to vie for his attention as he poured the drinks. And he certainly gave out the attention with ease, keeping them coming back.
Franky watched as two men, both bespectacled, instantly giving him the assumption that they were the studious type, walked up to the bar. They spoke with Haroth who pointed over at Franky. As the two men looked over, he raised his flagon, then waved them to him. They approached, looking like an interesting mix of nervous and excited.
"Mr. Franky?"
Franky nodded, smiling, "That's me."
"My name is Dericho and this is Jazslo. And we were wondering if we might do a public reading here tonight. My grandfather managed to keep a story of old, one from the Kingdom of Lys, safe. I was wondering if I might be allowed to read the story. I've been trying to practice my Akiroth, our old language lost to most, and I think it might be good if others hear our native tongue. Jazslo would translate into Common, as I doubt many, if any, know the language in here."
Both of the men shifted nervously, waiting on Franky's reply.
"Is there anything in the story that might piss off the Zaichaeri government? We do get plenty of soldiers in here." Franky took another long drink, but never took his eyes off of the pair.
The man shook his head profusely, "No no, nothing of the sort. It's no more than a children's tale from back then. No magic, no religion, nothing of the sort."
Franky nodded. "Alright, though I do have one condition. I would like for you to transcribe a copy for me, later. One in Akiroth, did I say that right? And one in Common. You agree to that, and I'll allow it." Both of the men's face lit up and Dericho was quite eager to stick out his hand, "Of course. No trouble at all!"
Franky smiled. No trouble at all indeed. He would've allowed it to happen anyways, but never give something away without receiving something in kind. He stuck out his hand, shaking Dericho's. "Find you a space. Maybe over there by the horn painting. You definitely don't wanna get in the way of the ring toss."
The two men practically skipped away. As they did, Meriel came over, dropping off a fresh flagon for Franky and taking his empty that he'd literally just emptied. "Nothing escapes them eyes of yours, does it?" The elf smiled wistfully, "Watching over ten human children will do that to you." Both of them shared a healthy laugh. And with that, she was off to deliver more drinks, shooting a look over at the new bus boy who had been caught leaning against the bar dazing into nothingness.
Franky could only laugh, as he stood up, taking his flagon with him. He walked across the busy tavern, now hearing the Lysanrin pair reciting the story, something about a rabbit with antlers fleeing from a horde of snakes, making his way over to the ring toss set up. There were several people watching, and Franky asked about if anyone had next. No one seemed to.
Speaking to the small group there around that corner of the tavern, "Anyone wanna be my partner for the next game?"
