The drink is drunk. There are no answers to be found in a full mug.

Robena slams it down as she sits down next to him at the table. "Tristan," she said. "Monster slayer. I understand what you are saying, and I will help you slay your beast if you help me slay mine."

The zeal that burns in her eyes lets you know that her quarry is fierce indeed and she has been wronged indeed. This is a fire you will be descending into if you agree. But how can knights relate to each other if not by this?