"That's not how fermentation works," Kelvin slurred weakly from somewhere beneath the table.
At some point, while drinking he had lost the war against gravity and slid halfway onto the floor, one arm draped limply over the leg of his chair like a fallen soldier refusing to admit defeat.
Duke waved him off dismissively without even glancing down.
"Details."
Brakk burst into booming laughter that shook the entire table.
Lyra had leaned back in her chair, watching the spectacle with clear amusement while lazily swirling the liquor in her own glass.
Torren was halfway through retelling the same hunting story for the third time, each retelling somehow adding an additional thirty meters to the size of the monster he claimed to have fought.
The guild hall had grown loud.
Warm.
Chaotic.
Lanterns swayed slightly overhead as voices rose and laughter echoed through the room.
Yet amidst the noise.
Bruce remained calm.
