Happy birthday derula!
* Boeven, after an adventure on the third level so dangerous that can't be told (ever), finally reach the tavern, the torn pieces of his armor fallen off bit by bit while walking up the stairs, slowly and painfully.
The head of the klyros timidly appears through the tavern doors. His gaze, unfocused by sheer tiredness, is attracted by a swarm of tiny light sparkles on the pavement near a wall. Suddenly from the opposite direction there's a soft sound, as if a teapot was boiling nearby. He turn his head toward the sound, the headfin wobbling, and he sees derula collapsed near the counter.
A bit startled, he watches again the remnants of the bottle near the wall, then derula, then the wall again.
He sighs, shaking the head, and he slowly steps back from the door, directing to the stairs, and the Winch.
