Onissa

the Manai of Berkaven • refugees • "Leave it be, the dice will decide..."

"Another drink!"

Kavrenn raised the cup, swaying a bit as he stood. "My cup is filled with nothing but air!"

"Not only your cup, Kavrenn Windbags!" Burved called back, face flushed in good humor, speaking above the music and general noise of celebration.

"Yes...windy I …