🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

actually, quite the opposite...

On the one hand, it was disappointing that another rumor didn't turn out to be true. All that remained was to hope that the only trace of the Knight in the capital was his own home. On the other hand, after testing the detector a bit, he felt a little better for the first time that day.

Glancing at the sky with one eye to not miss an unexpected sunset, and at the detector readings with the other, he heads towards ???.

- That's the one. This... how was it called... - he remembers the map of the region that he was looking at just recently. - Serri? They say it's a cool place, and not that far away.
He takes a glass in his hand, makes a light rotation to look at the reflections, but the whiskey turned out to be a little more watery than it seemed, and the liquid didn't hold its shape at all, so he had to spend a few seconds to achieve the desired result.
- Our life is strange, as the Minj say. Yesterday you were a king and a captain, today you're a client and a cook. Tomorrow... a priest and a merchant, for example. I met a real pirate the other day, can you imagine. But he caught something, and now he's sick of the sea - that's life, too. You should see his face - half-dead, as if the undead have already summoned him into their ranks. I imagine him now, by some fantastic coincidence, walking into your door, and I wonder if he would like this drink?
Finally, having finished eating, Genza closes his eyes for a few moments, his hand squeezing the glass a little tighter.
- To those who are no longer with us, - a mouthful of brownish, but with light golden hues, whiskey flows down his throat. It hits the taste buds and the nose with sharpness, but not too strongly. He would like to fully appreciate the bouquet, but he's not a sommelier, and he could only say that he feels some kind of subtle hint of sweetness and, perhaps, freshness in this alcoholic water.
He starts eating ramen.