"Now that I think of it...I haven't actually been in a place like this before." This thought crossed Rion's mind as he made his way to the central bar, expecting to be given a menu of some kind. He wasn't exactly aware of how the whole bar system worked. However, he picked up on it from the example of a much heavier bar patron to his right. "Hey! Gimme a mug o' the good stuff, too!" The man sent a glare Rion's way for his mimicry, but the farmer didn't really notice it. He was just trying to figure out what "the good stuff" was. Looking up to the ceiling in thought, Rion jumped again when the mug was suddenly dropped in front of him. "Thanks!" he said with his normal tone returning. "But before you go, do you guys have any food here? Anything without meat will do." Seeing the woman leave to get the food, Rion looked skeptically at the mug in front of him. He was hesitant, but once again he took advice from the man sitting next to him. "Bottoms up!" And with that, he was chugging the whole mug down his throat as if he'd been drinking his whole life. But he hadn't been drinking all his life. Somehow, only moments after he'd finished, he ended up with the back of his head against the floor, feeling a slight throbbing pain from the impact. When he finally managed to get back up, he found a strange feeling of adrenaline mixed with nausea rush over him. Though he'd only had one drink of the stuff, he immediately knew he wouldn't try it again. |