Meesei brought herself upright once more and looked at Fendros with a grin. "I don't think I would mind joining in on this little celebration. We do have a supply of septims, but those are strictly for essential supplies we cannot make ourselves, like most smithing materials. If you know where to find some, though, I think Lorag here would go to Oblivion and back to find it."

Lorag gave a hardy laugh and gripped Fendros even tighter. "Indeed, I won't deny it. We don't have any alcohol here, unfortunately. We did end up finding some the last time we raided a bandit camp, but I, uh, drank it all...at once. I don't suppose you have a stash somewhere nearby we could partake of, do you?" He asked, staring at Fendros intently. The expression on his face strongly hinted that he [i]really[/i] hoped the answer was yes.