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So.... what’s next? What’s the next adventure?
She held to her arm as the pain finally began to subside and she sighed softly. She watched him as he walked away, enjoying the hard buzz she had going from the drink already. It wouldn't have hurt that bad if she'd had time for her arm to heal by itself, but when being forced back into place while still raw and tender, it hurt a hell of a lot. She rolled her neck, catching it to pop a time or two as she looked around her room trying to decide what to do from here.
“It should go away in a minute. It can’t hurt that much, can it?” He shrugged and chuckled at her. He took the rest of the Golden Ale away and walked back down the hall, the boards creaking under the weight of his armor.
He took the drink from her and she wiped at her face, not looking to him. She felt and heard her arm snapping and mending, and though she was healing it, was still painful. Her arm had in fact been broken, and the mending had to snap things back into place, causing her to cry out and double over in pain once again. He spoke of the drink being lethal if she drank more than she needed. She was humming with a buzz from the drink as she panted for breath. [#3a0125 [b "My kind have higher tolerances for alcohols, healing potions, and magic....."]] she groaned with a hard shiver as the last of her arm was mending, her voice giving away the pain that came with healing.
He watched and listened as her arm began popping back into place, her bones mending. He took the ale away from her before she could drink anymore! “Ah! Ah! Geez... don’t drink so much! If you drink more than enough to heal, then it could be lethal.” He drank the rest of it. Some dribbled down his chin, and he wiped it off with his sleeve. “Aah..”
She looked to him as he walked into her room, still reeling from the sudden pain along her body as she looked to the glass. Focusing on her breathing to keep from giving in to the pain, she would reach for the ale and down it quickly, wishing for the drunken numbness to take away the pain.
Rivers walked in the room again in the morning, with more of the same ale. “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey.” He did in fact, also have eggs and bacon on the tray with ale. “The ale is a healing concoction, and only makes you drunk if you want it to.”
She slept through several hours, her body's way of dealing with the pain. She was sleeping well and blissfully until her body moved to roll over in her sleep and she moved to the arm in the sling, causing her to give a whimpered cry. The pain waking her as she curled up there on the bed a moment to let the pain ebb away and pass.
Rivers looked at her, and left the room quietly. He shut the door, and went to help with the cleanup. There wasn’t much left. Once everybody was done, they left. Rivers went back to her room (quietly), and fell asleep on the floor.
She blinked at him surprised. She'd never heard of Golden strawberries before. She had heard of many things but a golden fruit was not one of them. She finished off the drink but did not take another one. Her adrenaline began to slow and the hype of the fight wearing off. Her arm and leg were now throbbing in aches and pains. She wiggled on the bed a bit to lay back just to relax her body for a while, and soon she was beginning to drift off a bit.
“Um... it’s called Amba. It’s a healing and alcohol concoction. It’s made with golden strawberries.” He shrugged. “But they don’t grow those here, so I needed to improvise.”
She finished her first tankard and then grabbed a second, growing wary as she already felt the buzz of the drink as he explained that he made it himself. [#3a1256 [b "What all is in this?"]] she asked not used to something starting to hit her after only two tankards.
“I could drink a whole bunch of this. I used the bartenders stuff to make it. They’d didnt have any in barrels, so... it reminds me of home!” He chugged another one. A few minutes later they were both extremely drunk.
[b [#3a1256 "I only drink that much in one setting when there is money on the line. Not because I want to."]] she laughed. She reached over with her good arm for one of the tankards and slowly downed half of it before releasing a breath then winced as pain twinged through her arm and leg. She hated giants and trolls on the best of days. Now she hated them on the worst, too.
“What’s wrong? Do you not drink this much? I can, if you don’t want to. It tastes like pancakes.” He chugged one quickly and happily.
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