“Tis a festival,” he said by way of explanation, putting his helmet down beside him and tossing his carry pack behind him. Normally, he’d be anxious being this close to a fire, but he was sure enough that he was quite safe behind his armour to pay it no mind. Sitting would have been an awkward proposition had he not found a suitably sized rock that was currently holding down the wall of someone else’s tent. “Pray, what is this?” he asked, enjoying the delightfully fizzy aftertaste of the beer that actually accentuated the smooth texture of the liquid as it made its way down his gullet. It was strange.