“It’s blessed moonshine,” Boudica hoots, rapping the old wood of the keg with the back of her knuckles. She’s covered in scratches and the runoff from cleaning her wounds constantly with a water skin. The smell of the warrens is the stink of ages. Warm pig feces and human waste, and as much spilled flesh and blood as one could imagine. There were, however, some parts of the Warrens that were semi-dry and not slick with condensation and amnion. This was one such cranny they’d found after chopping down huge hulking hog brutes with vicious axes and a penchant for flesh.
“Blessed?” he asks, finishing their patrol for the night- Boudica had come back with a miniature keg, covered in symbols and draped in animal skulls. The fire burns hot and keeps the vile beasts at bay, and the reflections off the brassy rings feel strange. Today- or tonight (who is to say in the underground rat maze?), their food was hardtack in poultry broth. He can’t complain.
Reynauld lets off his lean against the wall, taking the helm off his head and setting it beside him. His versebook’s out and he’s thumbing through pages looking for a little clarity. He’d taken too many hits himself- the skiver particularly painful and difficult to heal. Spent, his body felt rather empty and bloodied- and very little removed the incredibly dark stains.
“F’ course, ya cunts. Look, it is true Vatraska brew- the kind reserved for the blessings of Lunaset- and it is!”
She was ready to tap the keg without provocation. He quirked a brow, and before he could refuse she somehow spilled some of the strongest smelling brew he’d ever noted into a small cup, and set it in front of all of them. Sadie, Dismas, him, Boudica. All of them around the fire a moment before tackling a massive swine creature.
“Ah... I... hm...” he pauses, and the drink has the strangest combination of mint and... coffee? he could ever imagine. It’s silver-colored. And strange. He has a faint notion it might help him sleep.
Boudica claps him on the shoulder and sits by him, settling, “Drink up and we’ll be victorious, you fucks.”
@graveshot then @openveined
