Fluid Dreams
Within the sea of Chiraki Abyss’s taverns, lies an inn indistinguishable from others. Upon a closer look, however, one would notice a small starling feather dangling above the door, and a sweet, fruity smell seeping through the windows.
Colourful interior, intricate tapestries, embroidery-filled rugs and gilded hookah pipes adorn the Fluid Dreams inn. The hostess, starling aakhir Shirrin, greets every guest with a warm smile and invites them in. Maybe one would enjoy a flying island lokum, a Vinwardisian gozinaki or a plate filled with Nikophsian fruits? The ever-talkative innkeeper makes anyone feel like an Anraakh Empire's shah.
Shirrin encourages guests to talk about themselves, as Abyss attracts people from all walks of life. Were they of noble birth like her, or a commoner yearning for a new soil? The hostess gently pulls the tanbur strings and listens along, noting every word and memory the visitor shares. Chatter... strings... filling the guest’s cup, and back to chatter.
As the visitor loosens up, Shirrin offers the last treat - a purple vial with a feather pendant. Chiraki potions doesn’t surprise anyone in the Abyss. Most hunters have brewed one before. But a fresh experience is worth the shot.
Upon taking the vial, one could taste the shine from every golden thread inside the glistening room, or feel each string the host plucks. The wishes they had just shared dance in front of their eyes as Shirrin’s soft voice guides them along. They just slew monstrous Acacia and took the waters from Abyss’s depths. Made a breakthrough in chiraki-reversing potions, or simply pissed in the boiling lake of the chasm’s deepest layer.
Colourful interior, intricate tapestries, embroidery-filled rugs and gilded hookah pipes adorn the Fluid Dreams inn. The hostess, starling aakhir Shirrin, greets every guest with a warm smile and invites them in. Maybe one would enjoy a flying island lokum, a Vinwardisian gozinaki or a plate filled with Nikophsian fruits? The ever-talkative innkeeper makes anyone feel like an Anraakh Empire's shah.
Shirrin encourages guests to talk about themselves, as Abyss attracts people from all walks of life. Were they of noble birth like her, or a commoner yearning for a new soil? The hostess gently pulls the tanbur strings and listens along, noting every word and memory the visitor shares. Chatter... strings... filling the guest’s cup, and back to chatter.
As the visitor loosens up, Shirrin offers the last treat - a purple vial with a feather pendant. Chiraki potions doesn’t surprise anyone in the Abyss. Most hunters have brewed one before. But a fresh experience is worth the shot.
Upon taking the vial, one could taste the shine from every golden thread inside the glistening room, or feel each string the host plucks. The wishes they had just shared dance in front of their eyes as Shirrin’s soft voice guides them along. They just slew monstrous Acacia and took the waters from Abyss’s depths. Made a breakthrough in chiraki-reversing potions, or simply pissed in the boiling lake of the chasm’s deepest layer.
Just as they are ready to lose themselves in the weaved illusion, it vanishes. The room loses its lustre, specks of dust float around the firefly lanterns and settle on the floor. Shirrin puts her tanbur aside, serves her guest water, and bids them farewell with a warm smile.
Upon lying down in the familiar home or inn, one might find the purple vial inside their pocket. Yet, the experience isn’t the same. Not without her.
Shirrin knows her customers always return.
Drug dealer except she's like super nice
That's how she gets ya