You’re currently sitting in Hog Rider’s, a festive pub hosted by Hog Rider himself to celebrate wins after matches. Troops of any sorts can be found inside, and the pub is, of course, noisy.

Currently, you’re sitting at a table with two Barbarians and the Battle Healer. The latter is smirking and giggling as she keeps spawning liquor-filled glasses for the two drunkhards. Clearly, even she likes to have fun sometimes. She then turns to you, and gives you a grin, as if asking if you wanted some too.

Just then, the fun is interrupted as Hog Rider passes by:

Hog Rider: That’s the last time I warn you guys!

He grumbled, snatching the never-ending glasses away. The Barbarians, drunk, joined others on the dance floor, leaving you and Battle Healer face-to-face at the table.

“…You don’t drink?”

Her wings flap gently behind her as she spoke.