Ruby's tone is convincing to a point, but Amalthea worries regardless. It's one thing to be working hard in the mountains, but it's another thing to do so while having a second voice in your head.
"To the tavern? I'm sure they'll have some food for us too."
"I'm sure if I ask very nicely, they'll spare some pastries along with a meal,"
Amalthea smiles warmly, dusting herself off a little before making a start in the direction of the tavern.
"Maker, some wine sounds good. Or even mead, maybe. The last thing either of us need is Bull's spiked ale."
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Ruby's tone is convincing to a point, but Amalthea worries regardless. It's one thing to be working hard in the mountains, but it's another thing to do so while having a second voice in your head.
"To the tavern? I'm sure they'll have some food for us too."
"Hopefully, they have some decent wine today. We saw a cart with casks earlier. We're tired of settling for ale or whatever Bull has."
Amalthea smiles warmly, dusting herself off a little before making a start in the direction of the tavern.
"Maker, some wine sounds good. Or even mead, maybe. The last thing either of us need is Bull's spiked ale."
"Still haven't fully recovered from that last hangover. Sour tastes different now. We think some of our taste buds died a second death. "
He follows the Inquisitor, a notable lack of pep in his step as he doesn't literally+