The barkeep makes her way over to Domic with the bowl of stew and a mug of mead. [Color=6ecff6]"I apologize about the wait. I didn't see where you went. Anything else for you?"[/color]

The mead was thick and sweet, the faint taste of juniper berries can be tasted on the end notes. The stew however was much plainer fair. Chucks of knucklehead trout floated in a thin broth with turnips and small slivers of onion.