"Belch! Ah, last night was truly a wild one," Bruto rubbed his bleary eyes, strolling along the streets of Mogrondale City in the early morning, "By Moradin, how much ale did I drink? How did my beard grow out so fast?"
"I'm sure the magic belt is what made you grow a big beard overnight, not the ale," Kalalin replied. He walked along, taking a lively interest in the streets of this Abyss City, "You drank a total of forty-two and a half beers last night, if you count the one you spilled on Miss Akama's chest."
"Pakos sure is something, explicitly stating she wasn't welcome and then sneaking her in..." Koula grumbled on the side, "That woman must have done it on purpose, asking Lancelot to take her back to the room to change clothes, she's way too sly!"
"I didn't go, though," Lancelot's muffled voice came, without turning his head back. He was leading the group through the labyrinthine streets of Mogrondale City at the forefront of the party.
