Trotting up the path towards the City of Zul was a dual-horse-drawn carriage spewing music, singing, laughter and cheering for as far as the ear could hear. The driver seemed to have no problem with his rowdy customers, but rather was singing along with them, tapping his foot to the tune. The carriage, a wooden healthy-sized walled one at that, was filled with passengers taking up all space along the four walls of the carriage - using them to put their backs against to rest - and a happy couple in the middle, dancing and swinging on each-others arms to the tune regardless of the fact they were moving. Two passengers, side by side, on the wall closest to the driver - a duo of travelling troubadours - played away on their lute and flute, strumming and blowing, providing the music for the two dancing in the center of the cart. The rest of the passengers clapped to the beat of the music; between them all they formed the atmosphere of a friendly and fun tavern, drop most of the alcohol anyway. Along the left hand side of the cart sat a young man, clapping and cheering like the rest of the cart, with a bandage around his head and ears and a quill on his back. With his brunette hair and ocean blue eyes, a smile plastered across his face from ear to ear as he kept on clapping and cheering. This young man bears the name Zephyr, a cheerful young man set out on a quest to find his true parents.
A cheerful man to Zephyr's left, sprouting a long, grown and cared for beard braided in four spots, turned to Zephyr toting a brown glass bottle grasped in his fist of a right hand and laughed before speaking,
"Hey kid, I'll make 'ya a deal!" he started, a smile plastered across his face, revealing his half-white teeth. "If you can drink the rest of this.." he continued as he raised the bottle, ..and hit it with that bow and arrow of yours when I throw it off the back, you get my last drink!" Smiling towards the man, Zephyr reached out and grasped the bottle by the neck with his right hand before pulling it in towards him. Overhearing the conversation, the music and singing turned to a Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!, the music playing in bursts with each chug. Throwing the neck to his lips and rearing his head back, Zephyr begun to swallow the contents of the bottle with loud chugs, the sweet taste of the honey-made mead flooded down his throat with each chug. Raising the bottle to be practically vertical as he went, he swallowed the last mouthful and swung his arm back to his side and further in swing to behind him, holding it out to the bearded man.
"Give me a good one!" Zephyr called out as he reached into his slide-on coat, pulling out a small and compressed bow, seemingly useless. A brief laugh rung out through the carriage as the bearded man reared back his arm, preparing the throw. As Zephyr reached to his back to grasp an arrow from the quill in his thumb, index finger and middle finger, he flicked his left thumb upwards, the bow quickly snapping out with a loud 'chunk!' to a full sized long bow with two pointed metal pieces aiming outwards. The laughter cut short, impressed and curious, as Zephyr slipped the slit of the arrow onto the draw and pulled it back to his torso. The bearded man, laughing, twisted his torso and arm forward, throwing out his arm and opening his fingers to send the bottle flying.
"Hit thi-" the bearded man started, before a loud and sharp 'twang' boomed out through the carriage before the glass bottle smashed all over the path behind them with a loud shatter. The carriage, in response, boomed into cheering and laughter, the music coming back into full swing in celebration. Turning to the bearded man with a smug smile, Zephyr reached out with his right hand as if to ask for the bottle. The bearded man let out a loud, deep-bellied laugh as he put the bottle into Zephyr's hand. "Bloody nice, kid! You earned this!"
The cart came to a halt in the center of the market of Zul, Zephyr scurrying up to his feet, planting his left hand on the wall of the carriage and leaping off the carriage. Turning to the driver, Zephyr reared back his right hand and tossed the bottle of honey mead at him - which he raised up his left hand in response to and caught it by the neck. "I told you I'd get you something to pay you with by the end of the trip!" The bearded man aforementioned found his jaw on the floor of the carriage as the rest of it boomed out into laughter, Zephyr simply smiling all smug-like as he turned and started to walk away from the carriage. Various voices called out as Zephyr paced away from the carriage, See-ya kid! Catcha'! Aha, smug little toad! Smiling, Zephyr raised his left hand as he walked away and waved. As a whip fo the reigns boomed out through the market, the carriage begun to trot away as the driver called out,
"Next stop, City of Falone!"
As he ensured his bow was hidden once more and peered over the stalls with half a mind as he paced, his thoughts rung through his head - 'Now, let's get to work.. First step to find my father, I should probably figure out his name.. A list of the lower nobles, perhaps? Maybe the tenders at the taverns have heard a few whispers?'