It was routine for Alek to get drunk after nightfall. The great Tavern remained the only place open for Prince Alek to visit every night and caused one or two issues. It was a place for the drunk, one that made more money out of the lot but also one with the worst reputation. They had half turned the place into a brothel and most ment drank away, smacking the bottoms of everything and anything, sometimes even their fellow men who had come with them to the very pub. By the end of the night half didn’t remember their name let alone the amount of coins they had spent on forgetting the sorrows of the world they lived in. The two Kingdoms of fire and water had been separated by barriers that were created by a dumb hatred that would be the cause of a lot more issues and the destruction of Boraq
