07-13-2016, 01:30 AM
Nodding almost absently the savar glances back up to the ship before settling down on a box that is stacked on the dock. Arranging her skirts neatly she removes some bandages from her pack and begins refolding them patiently. "Where there are the living, there is alcohol. Indeed even among some of the Greater Undead there is alcohol." Looking sideways with a schrewd eye at the dark elven man she responds slyly, "And you master Corvus, You i would expect to be able to summon the very liqour from any nearby rock it seems. You surely throw it around freely enough."