"An examination... When can you do this?" Quinlan said.
"When I have the time. But of course, we have to celebrate first." Siderius said.
"You damn right we have to!" Bas slammed the table.
The bartender approached their table and put down a large wooden mug of dark beer. He also brought more ales for Quinlan and Bas.
"You drink liquor?" Quinlan raised an eyebrow. Siderius seemed rather young for alcohol.
"Looks can be deceiving, my friend. I am a slave to liquor." Siderius chugged the dark beer down his throat in one go.
"That's my man!" Bas laughed.
The bartender observed them with wide eyes. Even for him, a man that could finish the giant wooden mug was surprising. This wasn't a small mug for drinking water. It was a half a liter beer mug.
"Give me another one, bartender!" Siderius said.
"Me too, bartender!" Bas slapped the table again.
"You drunkards better not wreck my inn." The bartender glanced at the trio.
"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on them." Quinlan said.
