Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150602200813

"I believe I could smell his tolerance back at the expo." Zephrion jestfully replied, taking a sip of his yellow Atlesian Dust Ale. Innovative stuff, mixing minute amounts of dust to add various effects into a drink.

The bartender came back with Ochre's drink before zooming off to tend to another guest.

"I presume there's a good story behind Trigo's iron liver?"