Wimena gave the ale an experimental sniff, scrunching her nose at the smell. With growing hesitance, the half long brought the drink to her lips. The regret came near instantaneously. She gagged as the bitter taste hit her tongue and recoiled from the pitcher. Her head buzzed, her size and lack of experience doing little against the effects People actually drank this for fun?! Coughing out the taste of ale, Wimena gave the barely depleted glass a withering stare. There was no way she was going to finish it, but dumping it into the ocean seemed like a waste.

Her eyes sweepers across the ship before settling onto a half-Orc standing close by. Perfect. Forcing a nonchalant smile on her face, Wimena sauntered over and looked up as innocently as possible. "Hello, sir. Care for a glass? Fresh and most definitely undrunken!"