Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-24449631-20140710202418

"Sounds like a plan..."

Rowan said as he filled two mugs to the brim with the alcoholic beverage from the first vat with the bland name: Mead.

He tried to be careful, But it was bound to happen... Because of the oscillation within the mugs the mead chucked out of them with tiny waves, splatting on the floor, rowan's boots and his hands as he put them on the counter.