" Hmm... maybe you aren't as useless as you look. Wait here for a while. - " Zyfi disappeared into the passage and returned a few minutes later with two mugs of dark beer from an oak barrel. Without hesitation, he handed one of them to the stranger.
" You may call me Zyfi, master blacksmith from the mountains of Ergon. " - The dwarf proudly puffed out his chest and toasted.
" Just Ramiel, a man who attracts problems like a magnet. " - Ramiel followed in the footsteps of the dwarf and did the same. After a while, both men emptied the contents of their tankards. The beer was damn strong but also infernally tasty. It left behind a pleasant hoppy bitterness and a subtle aftertaste of oak barrel.
As Ramiel suspected, the gesture meant much more than simply drinking beer from a mug.
