The two were standing in a storeroom used by one of the ship's mercantile guilds. They were surrounded by all manner of crates, bottles, and drums, all containing a measure of all manner of goods, primarily alcohol.<br/><br/>Torin slid the door closed after them, locking it with a few taps on the keypad.<br/><br/>"I'll try not to take advantage of you when you're drunk." He joked, walking over to a nearby crate and prying it open with his bare hands, removing a bottle of clear liquid.<br/><br/>"I don't have the faintest idea what this is. Wanna try it?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>