"Oh. Here, Urist." Zato handed the man a bottle of his mead. There were so many to serve, he might run out soon....<br/>After handing the bottle away, he took a sip for himself, savoring it. It was strange, really. He had gotten so used to his own brews, most other things just didn't compare now. He would need to keep watch over whatever the party had left, lest they run out too soon, and they would indeed run out before the trip was over, at this rate.