"AWWWW!" Marbium's whores welcomed the new group in the Wine Flower Inn.
Ironically, they only served one type of wine there, costing 2 birds a jar. DAFUQ! Glax suspected that the wine must have turned to vinegar by now, considering the soldier's wage.
Apparently, that comment about the scarcity of wine in the north was true. He recollected the anecdote about Valosians not knowing what wine was.
But the girls dusted a table and offered beer and fried blue partridge wings. They were the first customers of the night and perhaps the most promising. And luckily, the partridge wasn't really blue, and it tasted good, just like the beer.
Glax looked at his companions and saw their stricken expressions. Even Pydna had a heavy look after what they found in the forest. For this reason, the Valosian preferred not to talk about the matter anymore, at least for now.
