We left early the following morning. Zaxl tried his first ale and claimed he hated it. (he then proceeded to drink four straight pints of it)
“Still hate ale, Zaxl?” I jested.
“It’s alright,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“What do draulters drink, anyway?” Jethro asked curiously.
“We drink a lot of different teas. My favorites are beetroot and crystal melon.”
“Crystal melon?” Jethro choked out. He thought it was the most disgusting drink on earth and said he’d rather die of dehydration than have it again.
“Yes, do you not like it?” he asked puzzledly.
“Nope, it’s the worst thing I’ve ever tried!” he replied with a sickly green hue on his face.
“Can’t please everyone,” Zaxl jested.
We reached a signpost, and it listed two different paths to Jokkam. We could take a shortcut
