@epistolaries liked for a starter!
It had been a most interesting day for Elminster! He'd met friends, old and new, and had slowly become more acclimated with his lot in this strange new land. While he wasn't entirely sure what his long-term goals would be for this place or if he was prepared to struggle to escape, he knew that he no longer needed to go at it alone. Perhaps that was why he carried himself with such a light skip in his step- or at least, as much of a skip as a thousand year old man could bring himself to do. Libraries, large grassy knolls, places that reminded him of the realm he knew. So what better way to end it all than a trip to one of the last locales that all adventurers found themselves going to at the end of the day? A tavern! Or... at the very least, the closest thing that could be managed to that in these... Spirales. All people with good tales parked themselves in an inn when night rolled around- surely that didn't change just because they were in a different plane of existence, right? So when El finally found a place that looked serviceable, he made his way to a barstool that looked close enough to the barkeep while also giving him a good vantage point over the people coming and going from the establishment. "Kind fellow," he called out to whoever would aide him, "I find my throat to be rather parched- could I trouble you for an ale? The kind that is of a poorer quality that you do not mind parting with for little money? Or, if lacking in a distillery of such ill quality, I shall simply take a water and pay you with my thanks!"
