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"Cheers," Fenna said to Clive and Zell, raising her mug.  Zell copied her. "We've been through a lot and the troubles are far from over, but at least we're in good company."

"Spot on.  I'll drink to that, mate," Zell added with a one-sided grin.  He knocked his mug against theirs and took a big swig.

Shortly after Fenna's arrival, the trio had grabbed a spare table and gotten down to business.  Beer, lively banter and funny stories all around.  Each took a turn getting a round of drinks in, which took them a hour or two into the evening.  As the sky outside darkened, the tavern got a little busier, not another adventurer in sight, just regular local folk who'd likely put in a hard days work with the defence preparations and now wanted to relax and take the edge off.

The addition of the Ranger had changed the vibe and Zell was glad of it.  It was nice to have some one-on-one time with Clive, to hear about his life, to let him vent some of his thoughts.  But in Zell's experience of friends, nothing good comes from extensive drinking while depressed.  Combining this bit of wisdom with the Source Crystal superpowers;  Fenna had potentially averted a disaster.

"Wehey!" Zell cheered as he approached the table, his big hands wrapped around three small glasses, with his fingers also hooking three mugs of beer.  He set them down before taking his seat, then slid each of his friends a mug of beer and glass of dark fluid each.  "Would you believe Mytheria's got shots n all, ha."

The stuff in the glass was called, "Manticore Spit," and Zell explained as much, telling them that he got chatting to a table while waiting for the beers and they recommended it as something that will - quote - 'blow your fucking head off.'

"Alright adventurers... shots up."  Zell threw back the shot and immediately regretted it.  It was as awful as it was powerful and so hard to swallow.  "Oh-emm-gee, for fuck's sake," he croaked hoarsely.  He banged a fist on the table, his unable to unsquint his eyes for a moment.  "I think I'm gonna die."