“It’s admirable, but this is not for joy, it’s medicine,” Captain says, but Bear still doesn’t reach for the glass of amber liquid.
“This one glass won’t impair you,” Captain tries to convince him. “But it will warm you up nicely. I have no use for sick guards.”
”Hey, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it off your hands,” the sailors encourage Bear in their own way.
“Yeah, I’m quite cold myself.”
“Yeah, me too. Aren’t you cold, Small Bob?”
“I sure am.”
Bear takes the glass and empties it. Some sailors fake disappointment, others cheer. Everyone is in a good mood, except for Blade and Dancer. They stand a little farther away, looking at the riverbank with grim expression. We had a tough night and we don’t know what awaits. Sure we defeated them easily the first two times, but we’ve only
