Vaeri followed Lob up to the bar and sat on the stool to his right. As she put her weight on the hard wood, she felt the seat shift location. Experimentally she shifted her weight to the other side and the stool rocked over to that. She looks down and saw that two of the legs were shorter than the others. Figures.

"A pint of mead." Vaeri pulled out her sack that could be called a coin purse and pulled out a few pieces of dingy looking copper and placed them on the counter. Growing up in the forest, bees were pretty easily available. And with the collection of honey came its fermentation into alcohol. Mead was just about everywhere, almost more common than water, and certainly more valuable in trading than it. Any human traders that would show up were keen on buying it. They said that labeling the drink as elven made let them sell it for a lot more and much quicker than more domestic drafts. Vaeri found that she didn't quite like the mead she'd find traveling abroad as much as what she would have back home, but she wouldn't say that it was all that much worse that "elven made" would be a marker of superior quality. Still, she enjoyed ordering mead because it did remind her of Lianyu and helped stave off the occasional bout of homesickness.

As she waited for her drink Vaeri stared down out the counter and idly thought about the various going ons. Why Sana's scent seemed to have lead them here, what the next ingredient for the Cinder Sickness would be, how they would ever take on a Mist Dragon. That was a great uncertainty when everyone had first met up, and now their numbers had been halved.

[i]I suppose that's an issue we'll need to worry about when we get to it.[/i] Vaeri sighed as the mug of mead appeared before her. It was no use getting all worked up over something that might happen when now was the time that was set aside for relaxation. Head tilted back, the first of what could be many drinks was chugged down.

"Another, please." Vaeri asked as she set down the mug with a decisive clink.