Basala *DEPRECIATED*

Dahlia hovers a few inches above the ground before nodding. "Okay. We can come back later. Let's go get you a drink right now."

The dog runs back in with two dead rabbits fresh from the snares, drops them at Urijosji's feet, and starts a conversation with Guthix while nawing on a stick.

"Alright, lets get going then" Stu beings to walk toward the inn, gesturing for Dahlia to follow.

Dahlia floats close behind. "Wonder if they remember me there..."

Stu laughs, "It'll certainly be interesting if they do!" Stu taps is staff in its sheath. "But we'll be prepared."

The people in the store feel the air get less cold and clammy. Styx looks over to see the zombie finish patching up the hole.

"Good job. Now go lay in a hole and die." The zombie walks slowly out of the store and out of view.

Dahlia removes her piercers from her box and tucks them up her sleeve. "That we shall!" She flies ahead of Stu and into the inn.

"I hope it doesn't lay in one of my pits.."

Edit: Reference to Styx

Stu stops walking for a moment and sighs to himself, "That doesn't mean rush into it" He says as he picks up his pace and walks into the inn.

"Don't worry it won't." Styx says.

Dahlia taps a finger lightly on her cheek, cradling Rill in her other. "What do you think the weakest thing they have is?"

Stu walks up behind Dahlia, "The grogg here is the lightest weight stuff they got."

Stu chuckles, "Tastes like watered down piss"

"Yick." She wrinkles her nose delicately. "Might as well try it..."

"I guess I'll be getting some mead, it tastes like watered down piss with honey mixed it, slightly better than the rest of this human garbage."

"Maybe I'll try that. I like honey..." She continues tapping her cheek.

"You don't have many choices" Stu says as he takes a seat at the bar and orders a mug of mead.

"Take a pick."

Dahlia settles herself in a seat next to Stu, places Rill in her lap, and orders the same.

Stu grabs his mug from the barkeep when he comes around, "Thanks" He says as he takes a sip.

Dahlia wrinkles her nose at her own mug before taking a delicate sip. She swallows it quickly, then begins coughing. "Oh, you were right. Yick!"

"Human beer" Stu grunts.

"Don't let it ruin your views on alcohol."

Stu takes another sip and shivers.

Dahlia continues to take small, delicate sips. "I don't know that I could handle anything much stronger." She confesses.

Stu laughs. "I would have to say thats the lightest tolerance I've ever seen."

"I'm a pixie!" Dahlia scoffs. She finds this extremely funny, and begins to giggle uncontrollably.

Stu chuckles.

"A few sips and you're already almost gone." As he take another sip.

"Am not!" Dahlia takes a big drink. "See?" She continues her giggling.