The adventurers around them whistled loudly.
"Easy there!"
"That's the third already!"
Jean ignored them completely.
She simply reached forward and poured herself another glass.
Bruce watched the exchange quietly.
Duke, meanwhile, looked like he was having the time of his life.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair, one boot hooked lazily around the leg of the table as he laughed loudly while pouring yet another round.
"Now this," he declared proudly, gesturing grandly with the bottle, "is what a proper guild gathering should look like!"
Brakk slammed his empty glass down hard enough to rattle the table.
"Another!"
The drinking continued.
Minutes slipped by.
Then nearly an hour.
The guild hall slowly grew warmer as voices rose louder and laughter spread through the room. Lantern light flickered across flushed faces and half empty bottles.
