"Goblin, give me a jug of sugar water."
The adventurer handed over a crude earthen water jug and a single copper coin with hands that were chapped and cold-bitten from the wind and snow. Darius happily accepted it, skillfully used a ladle to scoop the water, and personally poured the slightly light brown sugar water for him. The warm steam, carrying a hint of ginger's spiciness and a faint sweetness, instantly blew against his face, dispelling some of the bone-chilling cold.
This type of large-bellied ceramic tube was all roughly the same size, a dedicated water container for the poor; one jug was enough for a whole family to drink for a day. The freshly poured hot ginger syrup water warmed the cold ceramic exterior.
