As the night settled over the forest, the Blue Bound members gathered around a blazing campfire, their laughter rising with the crackle of burning wood.
The scent of grilled steak, thick beef stew, and red wine filled the air, weaving together into a warm celebration of survival and victory with their latest quest.
Blas poured another drink, his cheeks already tinted with the deep color of the bottle's contents. "Now this is how you celebrate!"
He roared, raising his cup toward the moonlight before downing it in one go.
"I assume you don't do wine?"
Auren asked, noticing Essel's untouched glass beside her bowl of stew.
The beautiful and gentle healer quietly sipped her tea instead, her expression calm and distant even as everyone else was halfway to tipsy.
Essel smiled faintly,
"We Workers of Light have many strict rules to follow under our Divine Oath to the heavens. One of those rules forbids the consumption of alcohol."
Auren frowned.
