A brisk wind rattled the doorway to the balcony on the upper floors of the inn and a change in the air could be felt. Tommy peered up from his writing, realising he had fallen asleep at the table once again. He looked down at the scribbles, one part retelling of the journey to here and one part new drink formulas. One of them looked like it might even work.
The icy grasp of the morning air reminded of his purpose for the day. He got up, changed into some fresh clothes and went downstairs for some food, grabbing some as he passed through the kitchen. He gave the usual wave to the folks watching. This was the fourth week or so he'd been at this ritual, i guess it provided enough entertainment to be worth watching.
He made his way down to the valley floor, sat down on the same rock as the last few weeks and began tuning the harp. It always seemed to need it before these sessions. Or maybe he did. He began to play, picking up from where he left it off last week.
Over the past few weeks he'd been repairing the valley, the first day he smoothed over the ground level, moving fertile soil to the right spots, and hardened earth to others, the second day lumber was obtained and foundations laid for buildings, the third day was gathering more materials. Today, he was finishing off the last of the material gathering and starting on the road. Up on a nearby rocky spur, he could see Kirata watching, not moving. He ignored her for now and kept playing, watching the rocks seemingly move by themselves to form a road. His fingers were beginning to numb already, it had been getting progressively colder each week, with less and less time to play.
A few hours later he packed up and began the slow trudge back towards the inn. It was a long walk for such little legs. The sun was setting as he got back to the inn and packed away the instrument. He walked back downstairs and poured two glasses of his latest drink. He'd nearly finished his second glass before Kirata came inside and sat down. She picked up the glass, gave it a look and downed it in one go, refusing to be behind in drinks.
"Different drink today", she said, glancing sideways at Tommy as he poured the next one.
"Yeah, it's a new one", he paused, finishing off his second cup and moving around the bar to get the next one ready. He looked up and finished the sentence, "I call it Redemption".