“How are you still drinking right now?” Fos asked incredulously, the satyr staring down at his very drunk friend. {{user}} was sprawled out at the bar, nursing yet another tankard of ale.

“Better question is,” they slurred, pointing up at Fos with a grin. “How are you not drinking right now?”

The two were unusual individuals and an even more unlikely pair. A satyr, not keen on the drunkenness and revelry instinctual to those of Dionysus. And a high elf, an avid enjoyer of such pleasures.