Edwyd's Victuals is a restaurant several doors down from the Red Dragon Inn.
While the RDI serves most of what Edwyd's can, and for free to boot, Edwyd's is the place to go to get away from the hustle and the bustle of the adventurer packed Inn. Away from prying ears or quick tempers, here one can speak without fear of bothering others.
Edwyd's Victuals specializes in the meats, fruits and cheese one tends to see when they start their day. It is a popular destination as it only costs a few silver for one of the finest meals in Orussus. This isn't the place to look for work, however. As no one in there right mind would recruit heroes here when the RDI is so close.
Drinks cost 1 silver a pieces.
Meals 2 silver.
Much like the RDI almost anything you can imagine can be found here.
"Well," Sighs Munchin "I have been sent away by my teachers for acts similar to that which you just witnessed." He takes a sip of his coffee and sit it down quickly, waving his hands in front of his mouth "Hot hot hot hot!!" coughing, he continues "They said that I may not return, I am banished from the only home I have ever known." Munchin slouches a little as he says this. Picking up the coffee once more, he takes a more tentitive sip. "However, I feel that if I can continue my training on my own and become a better Monk; then they might, in time, recieve me back with open arms. So, I have come here to prove better myself and prove to my Masters that I can become a great Monk. He finishes, eyes burning brightly with confidence.
"Like I said, I may have a bit of a problem. That kind of behavior is the same type of thing I pulled back at the Monestary." Munchin replies as he slouches even further, disappointed in himself. "I have to get rid of those urges to truly become a Monk."
Mearran thinks for a moment. While that's not my kind of fun, I can see why one might enjoy it. Mearran smiles mischievously Are all monks so rigid they they cannot listen to their basic urges from time to time?
"In order to be a master of one's body, one must be a master of all his urges. I need to become a master of all my urges. This.." Munchin indicates the clay gourd now strapped to his hip, "does not help. I just can't help indulging, it makes me feel..." he pauses, searching for the right word. "Free.." he finishes.
I'd hate to give advice that would hamper your journey but "Free" is the only way a creature should ever feel. Could I see that? Mearran points to the gourd
Munchin chuckles a bit "Holy Wine from the Monestary. It's an aquired taste. From a young age, the students are given a small dose every second week out of the month. I believe the Masters brew it particularly to make it taste horrendous to dissuade the students from taking up drinking. Unfortunately for me, I enjoyed the taste and looked forward to the tastings. Long story short, it's the main reason I'm here." Munchin explains as he reattches the gourd to the hemp rope tied around his waist.
Freedom Mearran rolls the word a bit. I've tasted freedom before and I can assure you that is no freedom and from what you told me it free you from nothing except maybe the restraints you've placed on yourself but who am I to judge?
"Perhaps you are right." sighs Munchin "Maybe it is less of Freedom, and more of an escape. An esacpe that allows me to enjoy myself." The Monk ponders, seeming older suddenly, "Don't get me wrong, I love practicing the ways of the Monk, It is just nice to have.....a vacation every once in a while. I guess I just don't know what it really means to be a Monk yet." Munchin admitts as he sighs once more.
Doesn't sound like you have many options in the matter. What is it about being a monk that you enjoy so? Mearran shifts in the human sized chair he's in.
"Hmmm" Munchin thinks for a moment, then starts slowly, "Well, I enjoy perfecting my body and using it to its fullest potential. I enjoy being in control of myself and being able to react to the happenings around me, although every once in a while, I just like to go with whatever is happening and let myself react to everything in a different way. Lose control so to speak. I fear I am far to complicated for even I to understand He chuckles
Lose control? Mearrans head tilts slightly How often would you say your "In" control. Mearran flinches I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was... I'm not sure. I follow the teachings of nature, to be in balance with yourself and your surroundings, to believe what you do is right, and to consume only that which is needed.
It also teachs that each person or creature is in control of their actions at all times, even those done under the influence. To be unsure of your own actions is a dangerous place to be.
"Hahaha, well it is hard to explain. I don't lose complete control. I just get to relax.Munchin stares at his coffee a while then contiues, "As a Monk, we were asked to remove ourselves from everything and look at all around us objectivly, sometimes I feel that I am removed from existance. I feel like a bystander to life. Yet when I have had a few drinks, I feel like I am living in the moment. I know longer feel like I am watching a play, I am in the play. The lead role in fact. He then laughs "I'm not making any sense am I."
Depends on you you ask. Mearran say slyly Me? I understand but can't agree.
I geuss I just have one more question; A Being out of balance with themselves is doomed to a life of torment. How are you going to balance what you are and what you think you should be?
A waitress come over. That'll be 2 silver for the drinks huns.
Mearran points to his compainion, then continues what he was saying. "Well if you want to think about it, take whatever time you need." Mearran streches. Change is in the air, Mearran remarks, I might be a good time to head back to the RDI. O, and let me assure you allready apologized to the dwarf. He inability to accept marks him as someone I will not travel with. Mearran stands Ready? He tosses a silver piece on the table. Tip He adds in case of confusion.
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