In a happy corner of the restaurant, Thaidakar smiled to himself, thinking of memories and people. Ahhh, the many people who had come and gone for various reasons. If only they could come back. Then he remembered that they had things to do, places to be, hobbies to peruse, books to read, and to write for that matter, people to meet, careers to follow. And, yet, even with this knowledge, it was still sad to him that certain people were inactive. Inactive despite how amazing they were and are to this day. He lifted a glass of horn eater white to his lips, having a nostalgic sip. Ahh, a good taste, that. Some people said it burned through your tongue; the solution to that is to not be an airsick lowlander. Thaidakar lifted his cup slightly into the air, toasting quietly to people long gone, people who would leave, and people who were going to come back. Ahh, if only he could talk to them again, chat with them, see how they were doing, laugh together again...
"I miss you, old friends..." he said, smiling sadly down into his drink. "I hope you are doing good... I'm doing fine, certainly. Days like these I miss you more and more... But, I'm doing good. I hope you are too." Thaidakar had another sip of the drink.
And, he lifted his drink once more, feeling the pangs of sadness but also the feeling of hope. Hope that good was coming, a sort of knowledge. A smile grew on his face as he whispered, "To a journey well run. Life before death, my friends, life before death."