It was inside of a colorful paga tent that I had ducked. The night had grown so entirely late that only a few remained, and they were seemingly on their last leg as well, one breath from keeling over in their drunken stupors. I'm not altogether sure the merchant supervising that particular tent was thrilled to see me arrive.. yet off in one corner there was still some sort of contest going on, where large men appeared to be hurling kajirae into the air for sport. The winner obviously he who could throw a woman the farthest.
I had a cup of milk brought to me by that same merchant, who only made a sour face as it was delivered, as if milk were somehow the worst thing in the world. I've no stomach at all for paga. However, his expression cleared away rather promptly when money was placed into his sweaty palm, and the man soon disappeared.
I tried to pay no mind to the contest across the tent, despite the whoops and shouts each time one of the contestants bested his opponent, but instead nursed my sorrows slowly in my cup of milk. Yet at some point a pretty blonde woman had crawled upon hands and knees beneath the table where I sat, and had hidden herself between my legs. She did not come out again until one of the hulks seemed satisfied that she had run off into the night. And he too, vanished somewhere on the vast faire grounds in search of her.
Verroooooosssskaaa. That is what she called herself. And though it was difficult for me to pronounce her name as she herself had done, she snapped at me for suggesting a simpler moniker -- Verr. Everything else seemed rather foreign on her tongue as I tried to comprehend her words. In the end however, I was certain she was asking me to buy her, and I suppose she didn't mind that I only had remaining upon my person, three copper tarsks. She loved me dearly. I could see it in her pretty blue eyes. But alas, I am in love with Capriel.
I was forced to break Verrooooooosssskaaa's heart. Glancing back at me as she departed, she gave a rather wistful sigh and called out to me, something.. 'master,' I was certain.. and forced me down into my despair and self-loathing even deeper. I fear there is not enough milk in all the world to drown my sorrow and numb this pain.
