[color=aba000]"Oh do I need a good drink right now!"[/color] exclaimed Boran as the barman filled up some tankards. Turning around, he saw the party leaving. Flint had offered himself and Boran to start preparing for the job by getting supplies. He got no objections from the other two, who suddenly seemed to be too preoccupied with embracing each other to notice anything else.

[color=aba000]"Will you look at that,"[/color] Boran said with a chuckle, pointing at the leaving pair, [color=aba000]"kids these days!"[/color] When Flint approached, he raised his hand to take a drink, but continued with a slightly more serious tone: [color=aba000]"Gonna turn some heads on the streets."[/color]

The mead was... less than adequate. After a big sip of the watery liquid, Boran put the tankard down and pushed it as far away from himself as he could. This confirmed his earlier suspicion about the quality of the booze.

[color=aba000]"Well,"[/color] he started, turning his attention to Flint, [color=aba000]"just this once I'm gonna let the "old man" comment slide, but in the future, you'd better watch it."[/color] His tone was suddenly cold and serious; his gaze piercing Flint as he continued: [color=aba000]"And this was in no way my first drink. But it sure will be my last."[/color]

He paused for a moment, dropping the aggressive mask.
[color=aba000]"Wow, that sounded kinda ominous, didn't it?"[/color]

Visibly offended by Boran's opinion about the quality of the mead, the innkeeper exchanged some threatening glances with Boran.
[color=aba000]"Alright, boy, we'd better get a move on before we're gonna get in some biiig trouble."[/color] He gave Flint a joyous pat on the shoulder and headed towards the exit into the cold autumn night, stopping briefly at the door before finally stepping out: [color=aba000]"We [i]might[/i] find some places still open at this hour."[/color]