Cursed To Be Vistani

Burn down the Tavern

Elvira stepped into the village tavern. She glanced around and moved over to the counter. She asked for a drink.

The bartender seemed rather busy and it took him a while to get to her. He was incredibly distracted. Once he eventually did get to her he brought her the wrong drink.

Elvira looked at the bartender “wrong drink. Something on your mind?”

He didn't seem to have caught what she said. "Huh? ' he looked back at her again. Elvira could tell the bartender looked pretty different from other native barvoians in the village that was called Barvoia. But it was easy for any newcomer to tell who was a native here being able to hear their thick accent. He definitely had the accent but his skin was darker. More of a light chocolate or olive color and his clothes were very colorful and flamboyant. Other barvoians dressed plainly and had very pale skin, but shared that same thick accent. It suddenly registered what she said "oh, sorry what did u want? " He rubbed his face with his hand.

She told him which drink again and he went and brought the correct one this time. As he placed it in front of her a crash of breaking glass could just hardly be heard over the roaring drunk joyful crowd inside the tavern at the bar. Someone had thrown a brick at the window and next a Molotov cocktail after it. The cocktail although sounding like a drink was actually a weapon, also known as a poor man's grenade. This item is a breakable glass bottle containing a flamable substance. And it didn't take long for the flames to start to catch onto the floor of the tavern. Some drunken idiots had spilt alcohol on the floor while singing and playing drunk games carlessly. The fire was only taking advantage of that fact to grow incredibly fast.

Elvira jumped to her feet and yelled for people to get out. She turned to the bartender quickly “water” she demanded. The bartender turned and yelled at someone to go to the water well. He turned and tried to get a thick blanket in hopes to smother it, but the fire was too big by time he got back with the blanket. Travelers outside and Barvoians stared at the Tavern.  The Barvonian guards made no effort to help with the fire. They just stared.

Elvira tried to get as many people out as she could, worried about the building collapsing. She coughed, trying not to inhale too much smoke. Someone grabbed her hand and guided her out of the tavern. Elvira struggled just a little, desperate not to leave anyone behind in the tavern. She couldn’t see if there was anyone left inside though, so it was a hopeless endeavor.

When she got out the bartender was standing outside of his tavern watching it as it was burding down. The person he'd sent with a bucket to get water came running back. The bartender laughed a little at how pointless it was. Especially considering how little amount of water was in the bucket compared to the massive raging out of control fire.

Elvira coughed heavily and watched it burn down. Her dark black hair was a little singed, but otherwise she was ok. A boy with dark hair and light milk chocolate colored skin was holding her hand. He'd been the one who'd pulled her out. "I saw u try and help that Vistana over there and to save his bar" he said quietly. ((Vistana is singular of Vistani))

Elvira coughed again and took in a few deep breaths. She nodded and shrugged a little. The boy wore a brightly  colored deep blue loose shirt and gold necklaces and a single red gem earring. He was colorful and bright and beautiful. He spoke with that same accent that the natives did in Barvoia but he wasn't pale nor did he dress plainly like the other barvoians.

"Not many ppl would be willing to do that... " he seemed to be trying to figure her out. His dark brown eyes searched her for answers. Elvira waited for her lungs to settle enough before she spoke. She shrugged again “I...couldn’t just let them die.” Her voice was still a little rough. He nodded a bit. "You seemed like you were going to stay in there and burn your self though"

“I didn’t want to leave anyone behind.” She looked back at the burning building, a touch of anxiety in her eyes that there was still someone trapped. He watched her. "...Why don't u count everyone who got out? You seem very worried"

“I don’t know how many were inside....” She said, frustrated, but did then turn towards the crowd and silently counted the ones she could remember.

As he watched her count a guard walked around questioning about the fire. He didn't seem to do a very intense search and quickly came to his conclusion. "Alright it was just a freak accident everyone. Carry-on all u watchers no need to block up the roads! ' the guard yelled at all the onlookers staring at the burning tavern. He was more worried about the traffic than he seemed to be about the arson.

The bartender's stress had been building from before the fire and now he just popped. " freak accident?! This is obviously an attack on the last Vistani owned business in this village!!! "

Someone from. The crowd of watchers shouted at the bartender that "Vistani don't belong in one place anyways go wander off you #&#+!! "

The bartender looked furious "who said that?!!??? "

Elvira frowned and looked at the boy “attack? Have other Vistani businesses been destroyed?”

The boy was tense hearing the slurs and offensive terms being used. His hand which was still holding hers from pulling her out if the tavern tightened its grip. He was scared. He was trying not to show it but he gave himself away. "Yeah, this was the last ones. Steffon, the bartender was stubborn and felt we should move on from being nomadic wanderers and set down down roots... "

“We?” She looked at him “oh your a Vistani.”

The guard instead of protecting the bartender from the ppl looked more like he was protecting the ppl from the bartender which was ridiculous. The bartender was unarmed and a scrawny tall lanky weed of a man, and he was one against the many. The guard blocked the bartender from the ppl watching in the crowd.

"Vistana is the singular term... Vistani is plural... " he mumbled hesitantly. He was used to correcting ppl on this error. Many confused it. He didn't thought much before he spoke. "We're nomadic ppl that live within Barvonia.. " he clarified "not, demons or whatever stupid stuff you'll hear. We're just human. More human than some barvoians... " he mumbled something at the end she couldnt quite hear.

Elvira nodded. She frowned at seeing the guard blocking the bartender. She squeezed his hand back gently and then let go of it. “I’ll be right back”

He paused "oh ok" He wasn't sure what was going to happen go steffon. He was watching the guard anxiously. It was the few against the many. Even if he wanted to help they were outnumbered. He didn't know what she was going to do.

Elvira walked over to Stefan and the guard “what’s going on?” She had an air of authority in her voice

The guard glanced at her

She raised an eyebrow “well?”

"Just keeping the peace." He looked somewhat depressed and fearful. His clothes were very plain and boring. Now that she was closer to him she could see the guards expression better. Steffon the bartender groaned. His heart seemed to be aching. He just lost his tavern, and this idiot guard was harassing him rather than being of any help.

The boy watched tense wondering if she could really be of any help.