"I know there's a spell for creating water. Seen clerics and druids use it... wonder if there's a way I can learn that.""Ah whatever it is, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Brutrumukk asserted with total confidence.
"After all, you're Jub the Peculiar. Returner o' Voices. Bane of All Shapeshiftin' Gits. Up an' comin' bestest booyagh in the entire fuckin' multiverse an' laugher in the faces o' gods." Brutrumukk said that last part in the tone of a threatening promise while directing a baleful glare downwards. After a moment, the
bugbear gnome threw his head back, opened his mouth wide, and poured a pint of water out of the skin and into his gullet.
"Pathetic excuse of a goblin my furry arse." Brutrumukk muttered to himself while handing the waterskin back to Jub once he was done drinking.
"We'll show 'em yet, booyagh. Believe you me, we'll show 'em yet."