I don't even remember which drink number we were on when we were talking loudly and breathing out wheat air.
Three? Four? It didn't matter, the froth blurred together, and the bartender girl had stopped even pretending to understand us, thank god Tower of Babel for hiding our sins.
She began sliding mugs our way and went back to polishing the same glass over and over.
"Alright, lass," Gimsen said, raising his mug toward me with that half-smile of his. "Ye said ye'd tell me everything. I'm listening."
"Everything?" I hiccuped, lifting my mug and almost spilling it. "Fine, you asked for it." I leaned in over the table, words sloshing out like the ale. "So, first off… I met Hailie in the Poison Dragon's cave. Don't ask me what I'm doing in there, if I tell ya, I might have to kill yaaaaaaa~"
"The little lass with the white hair?" he asked.
"Yeah… yeah… Huh???" I was shaken a bit, "You met her?"
"I heard about her when asking around when yer weren't online, cute girl, they said."
