Crom raised a hand to wave as Griff returned, having finally found them in the forest. The rest of the group seemed content with Soah following them, so Crom kept his suspicions to himself. Adrian again overflowing with confidence, began leading them up the mountain. The mercenary followed, scanning the wooded area around them as carefully as he could. If there were bandits nearby, he had no intent to be ambushed. His hand slid behind him to the back of his belt, unlatching his flask. He uncorked the top and took a long drink. The liquid was impossibly bitter, and burned the mercenary's mouth as soon as it touched his tongue. He swallowed down a mouthful of what amounted to liquid fire and re-corked his flask, returning it to it's place on the back of his belt. Crom immediately felt the beverage taking effect, as a deep warmth emanated from the pit of his stomach. Still, the drunkard's balance didn't falter.