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Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.
“Makes sense. You did say you were going to try to replace it anyway.” Tevruden shrugs. Since they were undead, it was not too much of a big deal to him. Body parts were easy enough to replace.
“It is not too bad.” Tevruden says, after taking a drink from his own glass. “Stronger than anything you would expect to find in Silvermoon, however.” He then slices some meat off the roast, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing for a moment. “Better than some stuff I have tasted, which could probably tell you how bad it was.”
Ro’liath nods subtly before pushing the bottle back towards Tev, “I don’t like it. I think I’d have to be off my rocker to drink that,” He sticks out his tongue in distaste, “It’s bitter, I don’t like bitter things.”
He plucks up a brownie on the return and shoves it into his mouth, chewing it slow to savor the chocolate. It was doing a good job of distracting him from the awful taste just then, “I bet you and Eros would make good drinking buddies. He often disappears to the bar and comes home sloshed. Thankfully he doesn’t woo anyone on the way home.” He grins and chuckles.
Tevruden takes the bottle and refills his glass for the third time. “True, it is actually a bit more bitter than normal.” He then goes back to devouring the roast.
“If anything it sounds like Feiyn and Eros would make good drinking buddies. Feiyn is the the one always dragging me to bars.” Tevruden makes a face, “I once counted, and it took her 15 minutes to find the tavern after we reached the Horde post in Talador.”