@hastalikanhci
Yazi understood that this was some kind of holiday period, there were a lot of things happening that he didn’t completely understand - people in masks… kind of scary. Walking around Destarin, or walking home, he saw things that suggested some kind of collective activities. Also it was a lot, and he kept on forgetting half of it, even if people at the bar liked to tell him all about it. Technically he was from Withermore, but he wasn’t a regular citizen, at least not that he thought he was.
His head was spinning with information about bonfires and hiding from ghosts, when he got back from his break for the after lunch-slump. The bar was quiet, though not empty. He saw Hastalik and moved his glass-cleaning duty to that part of the bar. “Hi, I came home alright that day you helped me.” Had to be said.