"We've long been prepared for this." Donkexes and Langgrin exchanged a smile, speaking one after the other. "We're ready to see the gates of Hell!"
"Alright, let's talk about something more cheerful." Langgrin looked at Ale sitting beside him. "Hey, 'Can't Shoot Straight,' how much can you drink?"
The Half-Elf's pointed ears twitched slightly. She seemed confused as to why the topic had suddenly shifted to her.
She tilted her head and said, "I don't know."
"Hmph, that's a very arrogant thing to say." Langgrin picked up his mug, then pulled a bottle of distilled liquor from who-knows-where. "This is some distilled liquor. Shall we have a competition?"
"There's no need to drink like that," Colin advised.
"Is this some kind of game?" Ale seemed to recall her disastrous defeat at Silver Star Court and immediately spoke up, "Then I want to play."
