Snippet #2815388

Gargantua?

Aetheria wondered what in the world that sort of beast looked like! She couldn't imagine. In her lifetime, she only did dungeon crawls and came across the usual bad guys: imps, crazed dwarves, or cursed weapons.

But a Gargantua? The petite elf couldn't imagine even battling one on her own. Aetheria thanked Kyren for the drink and then inspected it with a genuine curiosity.

It smelled...unique.

She smiled and the blush to her cheeks vanished. Aetheria felt at home in the Ruby Flask. Aetheria stopped fidgeting with the strand of her hair and decided to taste the Arcane Ale. Accustomed to fruitier concoctions, Aetheria did her best not to appear rude and sipped the drink with a thoughtfulness.

"What's a Gargantua?" She hoped she said the name correctly. Oh, the poor villagers! She silently hoped they had recovered by now. Aetheria wondered what other beasts Kyren hunted and if any had been vampiric, or orcish. "Have you ever taken anyone hunting with you?" She doubted he would offer to take her, since she was just a rogue and on her own for the first time.

She daintily sipped the ale, then waited for more tales of adventure. When it came to drinking alcoholic beverages, she could be a light weight and wondered the strength of such liquor. "What is this, anyway? It is...interesting." Aetheria said, being polite on the drinks profile.