A Long Journey Coming
(Crossing, Zoluren: 392 Nissa 357)
A strange looking person wanders into the bar, Baresh rubs his eyes at what he sees.
"Hello Baresh, I am Rhurac PackRunner, I am a Rakash. I am the hunter who is happiest when he is with his pack. We live for the family, fight for the family, die for the family. No king can break us up, no god can destroy us. In ones and twos we may sometimes travel, but our happiness is complete when we are. The other races try to understand us, but cannot, for in their minds they are examining us in the singular. We discovered the truth long ago when we learned that we are strongest when united."
Baresh notices that the Rakash is of moderate height and seems to shift between a humanoid with a furry coat and a short snout and a Human with deep, soulful eyes. In its half-Human form, a short tail sweeps down behind the Rakash, stopping just short of the ground it stands on, and its ears are tall and curved, constantly twitching at the smallest sounds.
"We have come from lands afar away from these here, chased by an enemy. We seek refuge in your lands, and I heard this was a fine place for food and supplies."
Baresh kindly serves Rhurac some spiced elven bread and a pint of dwarven ale.
The Rakash smiles at the generosity of the barkeeper.
"I’m sorry Baresh, but I do not have any coins, all I have are the cloths on my back, and the my fur coat."
"Its ok Rhurac, this time the food is on me."
Rhurac smiles at Baresh, finishing his meal.
"Thank you kind Barkeep, be safe"
The Rakash stands up and walks out the door of the inn, swishing his tail.