[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
[Elfame]
Grimm watched in silence as Cobweb drained yet another wooden mug, the liquid disappearing down her throat in a handful of aggressive gulps. She slammed the mug onto the table with a dull thud, the sound barely registering over the noise of the tavern. Grimm's gaze drifted—not to her face, but to the cluttered tabletop. At least a dozen empty mugs lay scattered there, some tipped on their sides, others stacked haphazardly.
Puck hovered nearby, sagging slightly. Cobweb, infuriatingly, didn't look even remotely drunk.
"Is the ale really that good here?" Puck asked at last, genuine confusion in her voice.
Cobweb wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a small, unapologetic burp. "Tastes like piss," she said flatly. "I'd know."
Puck blinked. "…Then why are you drinking it?"
Cobweb waved a dismissive hand. "To feel something."
