[IC] Stealthy Missions: Prologue

[Dalamar]

"Months in the wild..."
James shivers visibly, and then winks.
"Not something I would do unless forced to."

 

[Inez Hull]

"It builds character Jimmy me boy. 'Course, ya can have too much o' that", he nods in Byorn's direction.

 

[Thels]

Byorn slaps the bar, waiting for his goat milk, while looking at James and Orland. What's wrong with a little outdoor life? And what's that about having too much character. Gash, these cityfolk people are complicated at times.

"A round ye want, ehh? Well, a round ye can get, but where I come from, the fella paying calls the drinks. Tender, make that 4 goat milk please!"

 

[Wilphe]

"Hahahaha!", a low laugh comes from waist height as Jeffrey enjoys the tables being turned. You're not sure, but he may even have slapped his thigh, "Goats milk it is then," nudges Byorn, "I can match the lot of you mug for mug."

 

[Dalamar]

James looks appraisingly at Byorn.
"Goat milk, eh... so be it, I suspect we'll be having enough wine in the times to come."

 

[Inez Hull]

"Fair 'nough then", Orland grins to Byorn, then whispers out of the corner of his mouth to the barkeep, "top mine up with somethin' extra for kick if you will."

 

[Thels]

Byorn smiles as he pays the barkeep and returns with the goat milks. As he sets them down on the table and gets himself seated, he yells "To our health!" before gulping down the milk.

 

[Inez Hull]

"An' our wealth", Orlands grins before downing his milk.

 

[Wilphe]

Jefrfrey raises his mug, and then downs about a half of it before sipping the rest gentelly.

 

[Dalamar]

James sniffs his milk before taking a sip.
"Well... It's free..."
He then proceeds to finish the mug.