Lionel simply ordered a glass of water — excluding special occasions, he typically avoided alcohol — and looked around the tavern. He hadn’t been in an establishment this posh (despite the fact that it wasn’t all that posh) in quite some time. The Disciples weren’t the most affluent of traveling bands and tended to stick to more rundown places. It was a nice change.
“I’ve been good!” he replied excitedly, leaning forward in his seat. “We spent the last few months on the Ordalian coast — it’s beautiful up there. And getting here, the traveling really wasn’t bad at all.” Which was a relief, really. It was a long trek back to Emillion and Lionel would’ve been in much poorer spirits if the journal had been uncomfortable or unpleasant.
“But you! Tell me everything that’s going on with you, Councilor Priddy.” Lionel beamed at him.