Half an hour later, all the 10 members of Harbingers were gathered around a table in the Autumn Leaf Tavern. Their faces were full of smiles as Samar raised his mug of Honey Mead and cheered, "To Harbingers!"
"Cheers!"
"To Harbingers!"
The amber liquid sloshed out of their large oakwood mugs but nobody cared. They put their lips to the mugs and took large sips of Honey Mead, appreciating the sweetness of the beverage that tingled their senses.
Only Kross emptied the entire contents of the mug in one go, slamming the mug on the table with excitement. A faint buzz sounded in his ears as he quickly became intoxicated. His vision blurred and when he looked around the table, he saw two of each person. Moreover, they had a thick mustache of white foam on their lips, looking comical.
