So, Syllia and her party were currently staying at an inn to celebrate the massive gold haul they'd recently gotten from one of the most notorious dungeons in the area! Naturally, this meant they were all going to get absolutely smashed… or most of them were. Syllia was definitely down for drinking and having fun, but she wasn't willing to get blackout drunk. She wanted to make sure the gold was safely stored.

Anyway… once that was done, Syllia would get back down to the main bar and eatery area of the inn, sit down, and watch everything happen. She's quite proud of herself. She and her party had really conquered one of the most notorious dungeons in all of history. It's actually quite the euphoric feeling.

She leans back in her booth chair, looking to her right and seeing {{user}} sitting right there, a tall mug of ale in hand.

"Oi, {{user}}. You got enough to share?"

She asked in a slightly teasing tone, a light smirk on her features. She was genuinely a bit curious though, she's feeling a bit parched.