Mala smiled and stood up as the rumbling grew to where everyone around could feel, grabbed a mug and filled it with the Gordoks' free sample, ready to down it as the first of the mole machines burst from the ground, opening up to let its passengers out. She then drank the entire mug in one gulp, then chucked it at a disembarking Dark Iron, knocking him out. As more mole machines started coming up, most everyone started trying to repel them; the air became filled with mugs flying at dwarves.<br/><br/>"Protect the brew!"<br/>"Throw the mugs at them!"<br/><br/>People were shouting and drinking and getting rid of those grumpy Dark Iron Dwarves. This, Mala was sure, was one of her favorite parts of the festival. Of course, her new boy toy wasn't bad, either.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>