An eruption of laughter came from the back of the tavern. An incredibly tall, red-haired man was stooped over the table surrounded by a large group of middle aged men. His head was knocked back, laughing. He was in the middle of telling a "funny" story to his gang of new found "friends".
He excused himself and stumbled over to the counter. He had clearly had too much to drink. He banged his head against a lantern and a supporting beam on his way over. He leaned on the counter.
"Another round for all my friends at the table!"
The men at the back roared with delight as he spoke. Clearly they were more interested in the free drinks than the budding friendship.
The bartender raised his eyebrows and shook his head. He started to pour the drinks. "You know this is going to cost you? You've been buying rounds since 12 last night! Do you even know what time it is?"
The man smiled and closed his eyes "That doesn't matter little one. Only the best for my friends" As he said this he spun around and waved to the men, they all grinned and raised their empty mugs.
The bartender made conversation as he stacked glasses of ale onto a tray "Whats a D'iasc doing out of the mountains anyway? I thought you guys felt all superior and hated human civilization?"
"Not me friend, I don't hate anything! Espically a race that can make a drink as good as this! Whats it called again?" He answered his own question "Mead! Nothing like this in Cuimhne I'll tell you that! I left, I want to see the world! Not be stuck in some hillside!" He became quiet and mumbled to himself " Uhhh. Whats that word......uhhh"
His face lit up again "Travel!" as he said this he swayed his hand with a mug still gripped. He spilled ale all over Zenas, who was sitting next to him.
The D'iasc bent over and looked at him, "Oh sorry about that friend. I'll make it up to you, whats your drink?" He examined Zenas closer and stepped back
"Whoa, buddy, you don't look too good. You sick?"