The core group sat around the living room, some sitting on the couch, some lounging on the carpeted floor.
They were in a celebratory mood, with a lot of them drinking a bit of alcohol to further loosen up. What made it better was that they were drinking Althea's special brew.
"Darn! That was good!" Beany said with squinted eyes, downing every drop.
After cleaning his pint, he suddenly dropped his wooden mug to the table, catching everyone's attention.
Fortunately, whoozy Beany had a smile, so what he was about to say was likely good news.
"What is it?" Garan asked, rubbing his temple. Beany smirked, looking smug.
"I had awakened an occupation!" He yelled, raising his glass again to Ansel, who was holding the bottle. "More!"
Ansel's eyebrows rose as he very slowly filled the other man's cup. Some of it leaked though, because Ansel, too, was whoozy. "So, what is it?"
"It's the life occupation of Newsbringer."
