The drink is earthy, nearly mud-like and for a moment Pelegon thinks he might vomit. But as he gets use to the texture, he notices it is also slightly sweet and very minty. It also has that familiar, comforting bite of alcohol, far stronger than ale, but still comforting to Pelegon.
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Pelegon is already feeling buzzed, perhaps a bit more than buzzed. He knows if he has another he might end up at wasted instead of just drunk. Your call if he asks for more.
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One of them says to Everett, "Ariamhodary's men have raided our village half-heartedly. We have driven them off each time, but the cost is becoming dire. I don't think he wants to destroy us. Instead he hopes the raids will sway us to his side."
One lizardman is visibly disdainful of that statement. Noticing his reaction, the first one continues, "Srellik voted to join Ariamhodary's cause during the first vote. Why he hasn't left the village is anyone's guess."
"Someone has to be around to say 'I told you so'," Srellik says. "Besides, I'm too old. Ariamhodary has been killing all the old lizardfolk of my age." Srellik is probably the oldest lizardfolk you've ever seen. "Still, most warm bloods look down on our kind. You and your group have been a breath of fresh swamp gas."