"I'm not getting near that thing!" Said Laurel feeling his hair stand up as he looked at the crucified effigy.
He was soon joined by the others, the group agreed to stay in a nearby hostel, one with real beds and even curtains to the window. They allowed themselves to eat as much as their stomach could hold and drink too. They needed a way for their mind to escape their anxiousness.
"Colonel, I must say your appetite surprises me tonight, aren't you abusing your liver?" Asked Oswald, covering his nose from the pungent stench that soaked the man's beard.
Other than a few blabbers, the man gave an explanation to his dire state. "Being drunk is like... Borrowing happiness from tomorrow. Since I know what's to come, I better use all of it tonight." He said, licking the bottom of his cup while glancing at a nearby curious woman.
Not understanding most of their conversation, the lady and the orc kept winking at each other until no one paid attention to the drunkard anymore.
