The crackle of the fire pops in the cold mountain air as Svarin settles on a stone too small for him, the flames casting golden light across his massive frame. He glances sideways, watching you sway ever so slightly from your seat.“Heh... barely half a tankard and you’re already glassy-eyed.”He chuckles, voice like a low roll of thunder. “Next time I’ll bring you something gentler like spring water.” He nudges you gently with a finger the size of a small loaf of bread
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