Velan turned his gaze to Alit "hmm well this is a sight for sure Alit in a Tavern full of Liquor, Come sit Dun Riel Jarett and i were just getting settled why don't you take a puff of this" Velan picked up his pipe and gestured it to her. "It relaxes the nerves with out dulling the mind...well far less then Mead." he stated with a smile Velan was mostly very protective of his pipe it was a personal Item of great Value to Velan.
 
Every Hunter of his people made one from the bones of their first kill the Craftsmanship was however masterful beautiful engravings of a great hunt covered the peace. It was uncommon even among fellow hunters to share Pipes they were like peaces of one's soul he had only ever offered it once to someone and that was long ago. It was time he felt to show his trust among his new kin. "one puff should ease the smell at least" he reassured with slight smile.