"Hehe, the Treants, those tree-obsessed cunts. I can tell you all about them, alright!" Malgo hissed, seemingly recalling an unpleasant memory.
A shadow cast over Seth, causing him to look up and meet the gaze of the foreign race individual called Boris. In his huge hands, he carried a wooden tray with four black mugs.
Seth estimated each mug would hold about three liters of liquid at minimum.
The mugs were placed before all four of them. Elaine, the most adverse towards this, peeked into her mug, her face scowling as she caught sight of a bubbling green brew.
The massive alien Boris let out a heavy grunt and walked away, giving the cohort of four and Malgo some privacy.
Flashing a row of glistening teeth, Malgo chuckled, seeing as the three guys seemed mildly curious about the drink while Elaine visibly retched in disgust.
