It was a good day in Gath. The temperature was mild and a breeze stirred the dust a little. It was good to walk without a mask. Good the breathe air that wasn't partially solid. The Great Imbiber was smiling. A short distance away one of Gath's denizen's sat by a fire pit. A pole leaned on the back of his chair. The ground had an abundance of fish skeletons. A creature I've only recently become familiar with. A thing that breathed water. Amazing. I wonder how it talked?I took a seat across the invisible fire. The skeleton may have noticed me. It is difficult to tell in the dark and the fact it lacked eyes. It seemed strangely at peace. As if death did not deter it from finding solace. I took out my last wine skin and sipped at it. I wanted to strike up a conversation. I wanted to hear a story. But there are times in travel, in life, when a pause is appropriate. A quiet contemplation to appreciate what was seen, what was heard, what was felt before. Put things into perspective during this quiet time. So we sat there. I practiced to still my mind. The skeleton itched at its arm absently and looked at the horizon seeing something I never would.
We need more followers of the Great Imbiber in the world. People who step in to do the right thing when the right thing needs to be done, but also people who know when to just sit and chill.
I think a little time with the Great Imbiber would be good these days. To listen. To allow others to speak with waiting to speak next. To allow a thought or idea to go unhindered. Find the good. Allow mistakes. And appreciate the idea, the person will faults and all.
An old bottle of amber liquid can be found at C9. Drinking it confers the same effects as a Scroll of Protection from Undead, lasting 1d6 hours.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol8eMfmzpe0
How'd you know I was a big Queens of the Stone Age fan?! And, yeah, a bottle of beer at the edge of the sea by a fire could really help a lot of folks out right now. Man, do they/we need it...