The Blue Parrot
Smack dab in the middle of the always busy merchant quarter hides a little oasis of rest in the form of this unlikely inn which doubles as a bathing house and resting place for the less fortunate.
The door of this middle class establishment is - not surprisingly - decorated with a blue parrot. Inside the air smells vaguely of cinnamon once the curtain is pulled aside. Only a few people are sitting inside, the entire establishment not too big and most simply overlooking this delightful little place.
It holds the charms of a larger home with a cosy fireplace and the counter hidden around a little wooden corner. The walls sport paintings of differently coloured parrots in various acrobatic stands, hanging and perched on exotic branches. Sounds and voices are slightly muffled by the lowered ceiling.
A curtain on the other side hides the three bathing rooms where several kind Adhiel servants are ready to help the customer to a completely relaxing experience.
The Blue Parrot is owned and operated by an Adhiel named Loff'ta Klew'kin.
Callara awoke, her head pounding, her body on what appeared to be a bed inside an unfamiliar room. She sat upright, feeling a lot better than she had expected after the fi...
No wait.
Memories started to return to her. This was not shortly after the fight. Her encounter with Terrel had been what...one, two days ago now? She had spent a day walking around doing...what exactly? Images, conversations, figures came back as she cleared her head, breathing in to center her mind, breathing out to focus the flow of information. She had lost her memories for a time. She had lost an entire day because that asshole had tried to crush her mind.
A smile formed around her lips.
But he had failed. "You have killed a man. You were brought to me." She had killed Terrel. That, while she still walked around. He had been much stronger than she had took him for. Perhaps she was lucky she still drew breath.
Perhaps luck had nothing to do with it.
She recalled the boy, Ushuaia, Sun and what they had done. But more over she recalled that her schedule was severely messed up because of this. By now the Council of Nine would have had a lot of time to consider their options. She would need to take action immediately if she was to gain back some of the momentum lost during her lapse of conciousness.
Callara got up, trying to gain some perspective of the room she was in. She sensed no blood close by, which made her wonder where the Nether she would find herself this time. Maybe she was in the Summer Palace.
"Sun? Sun? Where are you?"
She padded her hands around the surfaces of the room, looking for her staff. Then remembering she had dropped it in the arena. Her blade was also gone. The smell of her clothes reminded her of the fight. Dried blood clung to her cloak and tunic. She breathed in deeply and tried to focus. To get out of here she would need to find a door.