A Meeting with the Red Kiss — Discourse with Lady Celina Feinor
Upon a lively eve by the shores of fair Durakiss, where laughter mingled with the sea breeze and music drifted beneath the stars, word began to spread of a famed name soon to return: the Red Kiss.
With quill in hand and curiosity alight, Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel sought audience with Lady Celina Feinor. What followed was no mere exchange, but a revealing glimpse into lineage, ambition, and a venture reborn…
Interview
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: smiles gently, quill poised above parchment
Well then, mayhap you would present yourself—and your husband—in but a few words? From whence do you hail, and what tie binds thee to Durakiss?
Celina Feinor: lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head
Ah, nay, you mistake. Gio is not my husband, but my cousin… yet gladly shall I present us both. We are the Feinors, a family come from lands far beyond these shores.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: nods, somewhat abashed yet smiling
Ah, my apologies—I shall amend that in my writing. And what then hath brought you unto Durakiss?
Celina Feinor: rests a hand upon her hip, her gaze thoughtful
We came, in truth, for Gio is an old companion of our Queen, Jula. We deemed it fitting to bring with us the Red Kiss, our treasure and a place most singular. Yet know this—the Red Kiss is bound to Durakiss by deeper threads.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: tilts her head with keen interest
In what manner so? Is it but the name… the crimson hue…?
Celina Feinor: a faint, knowing smile graces her lips
In part, aye… yet the truth runs deeper. The Red Kiss was born within this very city, ten years past, when Gabrielle Sardath held dominion—then known as Gabrielle Sardath Feinor.
It came to life upon request of the city itself, to lend strength unto its trade. Gio, a devoted follower of Waukeen, accepted with great fervor.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: scribbles swiftly, clearly enthralled
And what designs have you for its future? Do you pursue certain aims?
Celina Feinor: straightens with quiet pride
Indeed. We have broadened our venture. No longer a tavern alone, but a gathering of many trades within a single haven.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: raises her gaze, intrigued
And thy herbal craft—shall you offer potions, as in Arche Terre, or wares of thine homeland?
Celina Feinor: motions lightly with her hand
We trade in herbs and spices from our native lands, and in time, shall include local goods as well.
Yet we sell no potions—nay, for that purpose we keep a shop of materials apart.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: smiles, a spark of mischief in her eyes
Rumor speaks of a grand opening… Might you share somewhat enticing for our readers? And when shall it come to pass?
Celina Feinor: a soft, amused laugh escapes her
Within a week, or near enough.
Our halls shall house a tavern of old renown, an herbalist’s shop, a merchant of materials, an artificial beach, and even a boutique of fashion.
In time, chambers shall be ready for our guests to rest… and we have yet a small surprise in store. she gives a subtle wink
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: folds her arms thoughtfully
Was it a hard endeavor to raise such a place? Did the city lend aid? And what counsel would you give those who would follow such a path?
Celina Feinor: shrugs lightly, amused
It proved not overly difficult. Gio bears more than seventy years of trade upon his shoulders.
We had no need of aid, for our coffers suffice.
Yet if I must give counsel: set firm rules, and suffer them not to be broken. Without them, a venture loseth its very soul.
Eleawen Galadriel Glewenithiel: closes her notebook with care
And to conclude—what words would you offer unto our readers?
Celina Feinor: smiles warmly, her voice gentle
Our doors stand open to all. We have fashioned a place where one may lay aside their burdens, if only for a time.
Day and night shall we welcome them… and perchance offer that which cannot be found elsewhere.
Conclusion
Thus the tale of the Red Kiss unfoldeth once more—not merely as a place of drink and trade, but as a haven of wonder, respite, and delight.
With its opening drawing near, anticipation stirreth throughout Durakiss. And though Lady Celina kept certain secrets veiled, one truth is clear:
something remarkable awaiteth behind those doors.
The curious—and the bold—would do well to be present when they open.