*Slurp!*
"Ah! That one hits the spot!" Marca exclaimed with an amused expression after he sipped a glass filled with alcohol. "Finding an Ice mage in Firan is quite a task. I can't even enjoy alcohol without it being chilled."
In his right hand could be seen a short, chubby glass filled to the top with a brown liquid. The condensing vapor slowly formed on the wall of the glass to show the difference between the temperature outside and inside of the glass.
Marca observed how the ice inside kept swirling around every time he spun them by shaking the glass, "Nothing beats cold alcohol."
*BAM!*
The sound of the door to his room was forcefully open, and a man with a green robe and hands filled with a heavy leather bag entered inside. "Marca! We are in trouble!"
