Draken, or Drake as he preferred to be called, sat and stared at the rather full mug of ale that he had gotten. This was the first time he had really done this- going to pubs wasn't his thing, and drinking? He feared that it would mess with his artistic ability. But today... today was an exception. A particularly nice piece of art... ruined! By his own clumsy hand! The delicate gold filigree was irreparably damaged, and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces.
It would take days to fix, days that he didn't necessarily have. It was supposed to be a gift to a neighboring noble.
At least it hadn't been magiked yet, he thought to himself. However, the incident had driven him to a quiet corner of town to finally experience something that he had only heard about before, and came highly recommended as a way to forget troubles. Drake wondered whether it was true, and cautiously took a sip of the dark liquid. His nose immediately crinkled at the strange, sour flavor, but he didn't spit it out. Placing the pint back on the table, he looked around, wondering about who else was here tonight.
