The golden ale ripped away from Fishy's face as he finished his third stein.
"This stuff is good…" he said, turning to Clara. "We should get some for the city."
"Noted…" Clara said unamused as her king was getting drunk, wishing she could do the same but didn't want to risk accidentally leaking any of her feelings.
"So, why are you guys heading to the Ira Crysla?" Their guide, and new friend, asked.
"We are going for diplomacy as representatives of Fintan." Fishy barged in on the conversation.
"Oh, sorry…" The man straightened his back as he understood the position of the people he was talking to. "Forgive me for not knowing. But if I may, do you know how hard that will be?"
"Please, don't worry about formalities," said Ziu.
