Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Chapter 385 Drennard

Canna approached the tavern that the old man had pointed out earlier. From the outside, it seemed modest—a small establishment nestled among the bustling port shops and sailors preparing for the day. However, the moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by a lively atmosphere that was surprisingly large for its humble exterior. The air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the smell of beer. Men and women alike filled the seats, though men vastly outnumbered the women. It was clear that this was a tavern favored by the sailors who frequented the port.

Canna scanned the room, his sharp eyes cutting through the dim lighting. He was looking for someone, someone he had been told about—Captain Drennard, the legendary seafarer known not only for his unparalleled skills but for his eccentric habit of only accepting beer as payment.

After weaving through the tables and dodging a few patrons who seemed deep in their cups, Canna spotted the man at the far end of the bar. Drennard was slumped over a table, fast asleep, his face buried in his folded arms. He looked exactly like the description Canna had been given—unkempt, with scraggly hair and a thick beard that hadn't seen a brush in weeks. His clothes were tattered and worn, but they carried the weight of countless voyages.

As Canna approached, a sudden hush fell over the tavern. The laughter died down, and eyes turned to the newcomer. All of them were watching him with curiosity, suspicion, and—above all—amusement. Canna was halfway to Drennard's table when a gruff voice called out from the corner.

"Lad," the voice was low and rumbling, coming from a man with a long grey beard and a tankard in hand, "you better not be doin' what I think you're about to do."

Canna stopped and turned to face the man. "What do you mean? I was just going to wake him up."

At his words, the room shifted. Men exchanged knowing glances, and then, almost in unison, they began clearing out the tables and chairs, leaving an open path from Drennard's table to the entrance of the tavern. It was like watching a well-rehearsed performance, one that had played out many times before.

With his enhanced hearing, Canna caught the whispers that filled the room.

"Another one..."

"He's gonna be kicked out, just like the rest."

Canna grinned, clearly amused by the captain's reaction. "I know some people."

Drennard stared at him for a moment longer before letting out a booming laugh that echoed through the now-damaged tavern. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set the mug down with care, as though the beer was a sacred treasure.

"What do you need?" Drennard asked, his tone shifting from curiosity to business.

"I need a ship," Canna replied, "and a captain. I've got some exploring to do."

Drennard's lips curled into a smile. "A ship and a captain, eh? You've got good taste in beer, lad. That's the finest brew I've ever had. Supply me with more of this, and I'll take you wherever you want to go. No questions asked."

Canna's grin widened. The beer he had given Drennard wasn't just any ordinary drink. It was the result of months of research, a collaboration between the dwarves, who were passionate about alcohol, and the researchers of the sanctuary. The researchers, after being hounded by the dwarves for so long, had finally given in and devised what was now known as the "Greatest Beer." It had become a favorite among the people of the sanctuary, though even Canna wasn't entirely sure what went into its making. The only thing he knew was that the dwarves had spent two months working on it day and night, experimenting with a wide variety of ingredients from the sanctuary's unique flora and fauna.

Drennard stood up from the table, stretching his arms as though waking from a long slumber. Without a care for the damage he had just caused, he started heading for the exit, muttering something about checking the ship. Canna watched him leave with amusement before turning to the bartender, who was staring in dismay at the mess Drennard's water magic had caused.

Canna tossed a pouch of coins onto the bar. "For the repairs. Beers are on me."

The bartender opened the pouch and his eyes widened at the amount inside. When he looked back up, Canna was already gone.

Outside, Drennard was gathering his crew, shouting orders as they rushed to prepare the ship. Within a few hours, the ship was ready to sail, and Drennard, with a wide grin, called out to Canna as they prepared to embark on a new adventure. All it had taken to secure the services of a legendary captain was the finest beer in all of Sepra.