[@Song Book]

Clays mouth twisted into a smile as his friend handed him the drink, the dwarf knew his ale. Now not only did he have a drink in hand but he also didn't have to go down to that menacing mind-bother of a labyrinth known as 'the basement'. Even with his keen senses he almost always got lost. 

Right now those senses instead had the pleasant satisfaction of being indulged elsewhere. 
His nose intrigued as it dissected  the faint mysterious odour of strong spirits in his glass, right down to their core ingredients. His senses of taste and feeling refreshed as he embraced the flavour and texture of the harsh but smooth liquid as it burnt its way down his throat.
Lastly his eyes, his sight the most  indulged of all his senses as they drank up heavily of the view before him. His gaze sternly and joyfully locked onto the mysterious wild woman.

Silently he stood, curious, leaning against the wall, just drinking and observing.