Poor sod. Ceri gives him a faintly amused look, patting his shoulder with one hand since the other is occupied with a tankard of her own.
"Stick your noggin in the lake for a bell or two? Cheaper and better for you."
And coincidentally means more booze for her, not that she's going to admit that outright. She has had several drinks herself, but being a) a career alcoholic and b) somewhat lacking in the self-preservation department, it's going to take the better part of the evening to really get a good buzz going.
"I s'pose you could just flap jaws with one of them dragonmen traders. Fermented shite or not, it'll knock your boots right off."
"Ugh. Don't tempt me- there is so much dust and sand here. Not as bad as Thanalan, but Twelve. Look at my poor fur!" Felih protests, gesturing to his ridiculously fluffy long tail, whose normally vibrant, shiny red and gold coat is dulled by dust.
"I might just dive in for a nap at this rate," he mumbles, before finally catching the bartender's attention and just getting the biggest tankard they have.... filled with wine. When the bartender gives him a look, Felih simply stares him down, takes the tankard, and drinks it in one go without breaking eye contact.
He's stubborn.
Still, once that minor assertion of dominance is taken care of, he looks back at her. "I haven't tried the Buuz yet, which... surprises me. I should probably take the opportunity at some point to try it."
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"Stick your noggin in the lake for a bell or two? Cheaper and better for you."
And coincidentally means more booze for her, not that she's going to admit that outright. She has had several drinks herself, but being a) a career alcoholic and b) somewhat lacking in the self-preservation department, it's going to take the better part of the evening to really get a good buzz going.
"I s'pose you could just flap jaws with one of them dragonmen traders. Fermented shite or not, it'll knock your boots right off."
Xaela buuz is notoriously strong, after all.
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"I might just dive in for a nap at this rate," he mumbles, before finally catching the bartender's attention and just getting the biggest tankard they have.... filled with wine. When the bartender gives him a look, Felih simply stares him down, takes the tankard, and drinks it in one go without breaking eye contact.
He's stubborn.
Still, once that minor assertion of dominance is taken care of, he looks back at her. "I haven't tried the Buuz yet, which... surprises me. I should probably take the opportunity at some point to try it."