Hoshiguma sighed as she looked at the now crushed and ruined imported Beer the mercenaries destroyed during their fight. "That stuff was imported from Sargon and voted one of the best in several countries! What a waste..."
While, yes, by most standards it was expensive.
The vouivre was certain it wouldn't be difficult to purchase more under their personal account. However, the utmost hassle and delay in their scheduled drinking time slotted in their already complex schedules was ... less than ideal. Never mind the fact was just as Hoshiguma stated; it was a loss for some terribly good work.
Saria could only shake her head at the sight of the smashed bottles and the precious alcohol it spilled onto the newly torn ground.
"There is no use in crying over spilt ... beer."
She remarked, reaching over to pick up one of the surprisingly intact bottles. Or, it would have been it it hasn't been for the sharp cracks having already been formed. There was the gentle prickling sound before the lower half fell back onto the pile.
It drew a slow exhale from the vouivre as she placed what was left of it back down.
"We'll simply have to procure another case, another time."
She glanced at what was left of these mercenaries ... and then at their surroundings. A dangling sign fell with a loud bang, drawing up a cloud of dust.
"In the meantime, we should make haste unless you would like to be left cleaning after this."
