Serious talks were not for public areas. Serious talks were for serious times, and serious time was not now. Well, technically it could be, but was there any point to it? Laughter and good times has been, is, and always will be the perfect medicine. Serious talks were like stitches that eventually helps close things up.

Ugh, stitches. Ven shook his head to get that train of thought out of his mind.

It was then that a well dressed man came down the stairs and declared a round for everyone.

Ven perked up at that. Oh sure he was still livid (on the inside), he would never turn down a free drink. IT IS FREE! AND A DRINK! Only a monster or someone absolutely petty would dare complain about it.

Ven turned to look at Eteri, then at the barkeep, who had returned with a towel, muttering about rich people. "I suppose you will be wanting those drinks?" he asked.

Ven nodded, "Yup," popping the p, before taking the towel and attempting to clean some of the mud off. The barkeep came back quicklyh with a glass for both Eteri and himself, then hustled off to serve others.

Ven looked back at Eteri again. "Who would have thought coming to a place like this would get us free stuff AND the chance to meet up again?"