A grizzled, old man in the corner reminisces, "I have seen the mollustacean... lost many good men that day. A !BEER for you!"
A grizzled, old man in the corner reminisces, "I have seen the mollustacean... lost many good men that day. A !BEER for you!"
"You're lucky to meet that thing and still lives to tell the tales, old man." the Serpentwitch nods in respect. This guy must be a veteran hunter in his young days. He takes the beer and try a sip. "Hmm, tasted a bit different from what is in my old world. Yet another new stuff from the hive verse, this... beer thing."