Chapter 109
Regular liquor is much kinder to the system than Elven Wine. Or maybe that’s just my increased cultivation speaking.
Today we’re taking a day off. The city is having a grand opening for the Travel Gate, so there is a parade and Fairgrounds set up and everyone wants to go try the foods. Little Donuts are almost a food group of their own, so I have no arguments.
A big crowd is gathering in front of us by the edge of the Fairgrounds, so we decide to go check it out. With any luck it’s a Rodeo. I seem to recall this area used to be famous for them and the one I went to by Arcana was fun.
There’s a big stand and the Travel Gate is in the background. I should have realized where we are. Maybe the ceremony will be fun to watch, we’ve got some cheap beer and corn dogs, how bad could it be?
First up is a blue robed Priestess representing Drakon City. She gives a lovely speech about cooperation, mutual benefit and safety in numbers. It’s got the makings of a famous political stump speech, very professional and well practiced.
There’s a twenty minute break scheduled before the Spokane representative is up and we take the time to survey the crowd. I notice a bunch of familiar looking robes around and it gets me to wondering how the Sacred Thunder disciples got here.
"Since we’ve got a moment, why not tell me how you ended up on this planet" I ask Vinnie and Paul.
"You were at the tournament right? I am sure you won the Outer Disciple division" Paul says.
"She won alchemy and cooking too" Vinnie adds, rubbing his stomach to settle the carnival food.
"Anyways, the last day of the tournament, while you were laying waste to a small city with a zombie army, a portal formed in the tournament grounds."
Oh, I’ll bet that freaked people out. The zombie incident too. Kel’Mira is looking at me in horror, but I whisper that I’ll explain later.