Drakel walks back inside what appears to be an old tavern... The wooden walls that were fixed multiple times and were once of bright and full of life are now a dark grey brown color, holes were in the walls and it has become splintered to where touching it would lead to the wood on the wall piercing even his skin. The Walls all once had paint, but whatever is left are now chips of it here and there or dust upon the ground. to his left was the staircase, made from Azrivel and was once a living tree shaped and cut to be stairs, now has a hole in the ground from the old age, showing that it indeed was a tree and the staircase even hand branches on it but no sign of life. The roof had multiple holes, making the second floor visible above and if one walked in a certain direction; he could see the sky from even more holes. The pillars still stood, except for one wooden one, which was placed in the middle of the room for some desperate attempt for support, now broken in half from the weight of the now broken ceiling. The floor had nails out of their place and at times even a hole to prove that every step must be a careful one since the floor is breaking as well. Looking back outside Drakel examined the road that led to this tavern and across to another city was torn and old, almost forgotten while the trees around it had nothing upon them but the empty branches. The arena, where heroes, villains, or people would go to too fight one another would practice their skills in the art of combat just for the fun of it, or to solve issues every now and then.
Walking towards the bar and behind it Drakel walked through what appeared to be a broken door frame, with the door on the ground with its hinges broken. The Wine Cellar; shill holding barrels full of wine and ale or other common alcoholic beverages, which are now undrinkable due to time and dust in it. There were walls in the middle of the room which were wine bottle holders filled with nothing but bottles of alcoholic drinks. There were cabinets on the walls, which also were old and broken. Mold was clearly seen on the doors and on the wood while under the cabinets had shelves covered with glass bottles or potions, in the back was a chest which, if Drakel Recalled would hold the tavern decorations like coat of arms. Walking towards one of the glass bottles Drakel noticed more and more of how age changed this place. When he finally reached a nicely decorated glass bottle Drakel noticed that it was covered in dust, but due to the glass bottle being tightly sealed it was untouched and still drinkable, unlike the rest that covered the room. Drakel knew that all it would need is to be cleaned and all would be fine, so he walked towards the bar in hopes that the water system would still work. To his utter surprise it did, and so he cleaned the bottle, only for it to have the word “Vodka” on the glass.
Looking around again, the money that the Tavern had made was now gone, as was everyone who would take care of it… Glass was now on the floor, the place had aged and left to rot on its own, without anyone to take care of it. Drakel knew one thing most of all… That the Tavern’s tables were tipped or broken, as were most of the cares and the bartender’s counter had an axe stabbed in it. Only four chairs on the bartender’s counter was left standing, among the twelve (or maybe more or less, Drakel didn’t really count them all) and two tables with maybe one to three chairs around them. Drakel walked to the Bar tender's table and sat down... Drinking his drink... remembering the past, thinking of all the great times and some of the bad he had in the building.
For some reason Drakel looked down on the ground to his left, only to notice one thing that he had missed. A Azure blue rose, Which he recalled to have once been a seed, dropped by Azrivel long ago. The Rose was on just a single stem and had three leaves on it, the stem was popping out of a little hole in the wooden floor, and when he looked up Drakel noticed a hole, large enough for sunlight to constantly shine through it and make the rose live. Drakel smiled as he carefully used his magic to take it out of the ground carefully and slowly he used more of his power to create a pot for this Blue Rose. When all was done Drakel passed the pot with the rose in it on the bartender's counter, far on the side so it wouldn't be affected or affect others while they drink. "There may still be life here after all" Thought Drakel as he yet again took a small drink from the full bottle of Vodka.
After Drakel finally finished the small drink of the Vodka, he started to use his abilities to fix up the tavern a bit, at least then things would go back to normal; or so he hopes.
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