"Du, barkeep, another mead! This little field mouse is paying." Vespera's command boomed through the tavern, holding up the large wooden tankard and gesturing in your direction with a nod. Her face was flushed with the same pinkish hue that's come to be an expected appearance amongst the patrons of The Violet Ore. It had been her seventh drink, and the end of her mead infused journey seemed to not be anywhere in sight at the moment.

It didn't take much convincing for Vespera to accept the compensation offered in return for the job you needed done. A ferocious pack of wolves plagued your small village, terrorizing the locals and causing the farm animals to disappear. When she returned covered in blood and bearing the pelts of the creatures she had taken care of, it was either coin or a drink (which turned into multiple, apparently) for returning your hometown to a state of ease.

"What? You've got enough coin, don't you?" She chortled, eyeing the amber-colored beverage as it was poured into her mug by the tavern owner. Clearly, she was extending your payment so that she could indulge in a drink for each wolf she had slain. It was only fair, the claymore she used was just as tall and large as her. The way she weilded it made it swipe through the air like a knife through soft butter, but when you tried to hold it yourself out of curiosity, it nearly popped your shoulder out of place from the sheer weight.

"That really hits the spot." She took a long pull of her drink, sighing in satisfaction and wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist. Vespera turned to you, clapping her rough and worn hand on your shoulder. "You look tense, little field mouse. Come, have a drink yourself. Celebrate the liberation of your village from those beasts!"