Basala *DEPRECIATED*

Stu begins to laugh loudly. "Oh wow, I should have known better to think there was a brain under all that hair. Dwarven beer will make even the most seasoned human drinker go into spasms after their second mug!"

Dahlia suddenly looks up from her kitten and where she had been lost in her own world, completely ignoring the conversation that had been occurring. "What are we going to do if Mots doesn't remember who she is?"

Stu wipes a tear away from eye has he composes himself after his laughing spree.

"We? Nothing. She's with us. Whether she knows who she is or not, nothings really changed."

Voas enters the store with 4 beers.

"Stu, my friend, here is a REAL beer." Voas hands one beer over to Stu then cracks one open for himself.

"I hope its good. My friend told me it was a rare beer."

Stu looks at Voas suspiciously. "We'll have to see about that."

He snatches a beer and downs it. He pauses a moment to think, stroking his short beard.

"Good stuff" He says to himself. "Give me another."

Voas gives him another beer.

Stu eyes the beer in its container. "Shame. The first time I have something other than piss poor beer, there isn't nearly enough of it to truly enjoy it." He takes a small sip.

"I'll just have to savor it."

"Indeed." Voas takes a drink from his beer.

"Maybe I can convince the owner of this store to buy the beer from my friend, so I don't have to keep running out to get us some. Who owns this place?" Voas asks.

"Elros" Stu says putting his mug down. "Hes the weird lookin' guy who usually carries around two guns."

"I shall find him... after this beer... and this beer." Voas says drinking his beer slowly.

Dahlia reaches one hand out. "Can I have just a sip?"

"Here." Voas hands over the beer to Dahlia.

Dahlia shifts so that the sleeping kitten lays in her lap securely before reaching for the beer. She cautiously takes a sip, then begins to cough.

Voas laughs, "Not much of a drinker are ya."

Dahlia wrinkles her nose. "Never tried it before, actually." She delicately takes another sip.

Voas laughs some more. "How does it taste?"

Stu laughes. "She's probably drunk off her ass by now"

"Ha ha ha, lightweight." Voas chuckles.

" A pixie shouldn't be drinking strong stuff without a tolerance."

"Do you folk know where to get a strong, natural material that won't succumb to a clash with stone or better? Bone is too fragile and I need spikes..."

"None left" Stu says as he downs the last of his beer.

"I ain't a damn beermaiden, get it yourself" Stu says gruffly.

Stu smiles. "Silence is golden" He chuckles.