Adventurers shouted over one another. Tankards slammed against tables. The smell of roasted meat mixed with alcohol filled the air.
Amon sat stiffly on one side of the table. Across from him sat Aisha Darkfang.
The beastwoman looked completely at home.
Several beer mugs were already set across their table.
Aisha grabbed one without hesitation.
With a teasing grin, she asked, "Still scared?"
Amon's eye twitched.
With an annoyed expression, he replied, "I am not scared."
Aisha smirked.
"Then drink."
Before he could reply, Aisha lifted her mug and tilted her head back.
Glug. Glug. Glug.
The golden liquid disappeared rapidly.
Amon watched in amazement.
Within seconds, she slammed the empty mug onto the table.
Bam!
"Woo!"
A satisfied grin spread across her face.
Amon stared at her.
There was no other explanation.
Aisha pointed at the untouched mug in front of him.
"Your turn."
Amon looked down.
The beer reflected the tavern lights. Tiny bubbles rose from the bottom.
