Verita smiled at the kind and comforting words of her older friend. The young woman finally seemed to relax a little, sitting back against the seat of the smallish blue couches that resembled the petals of a strangely grown flower. The bar, like anything else in Lake of the Moon was made out of living, growing things. Aided by the singing voices of the elves and their enchanting words, they had grown into shapes and forms to be able to hold people like seats would, and be used like tables and a bar. From top to bottom, nothing had been cut, sawn or bolted together, giving a most beautiful architecture that could not be find anywhere else in the world. Even the floor was made out of soft growing grass and flowers, and the roof covered them from water coming in when it would rain, but was letting in the beautiful moonlight at night when the sky was dry. Verita looked up for a moment to admire the stars, when she could see a strange bird sitting on one of the large 'roof' flowers close to them, cocking its head at her.<br/><br/>She didn't think much about it, and returned to look at Tyora again,  giggling at her words about drinking herself into a stupor.<br/><br/><b>''I'd love to Tyora! The wines surely sound like something that could cleanse my soul from all the troubles it is tainted with. I'm glad you're doing a lot better than me, I've always known you're one of the strongest women I've ever met. I admire your strength so much!''</b><br/><br/>In the meantime, Ylvis had politely smiled at the dismissive answer of the woman, and instead turned to order some wines in his native language. Verita could not understand a thing of it, but Tyora would have been able to hear that the elf had ordered a Lake's speciality. Magically brewed honey-ginger wine out of the lake's own water. It was said that it had some strange abilities, giving the drinker a warm and fuzzy feeling and stealing their inhibitions away a lot faster than any normal alcohol would. Along with those effects, it was said to heal any or all your wounds invisible to the eye. But it could just be rumours to praise the delicious drink as well, no one really knew the truth.<br/><br/>The comely looking young elven maid that came over to bring their drinks winked slyly at Ylvis, and brushed her breasts not so subtly against the elf's back before retreating back to her bar to water some of the plants. Ylvis however smiled brightly with his white teeth, which made his one golden tooth flicker in the dim lights of the glowing anther's of the flowers above their heads.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Ah finally, right, our drinks. Verita, I'm sure yor gonna luv this drink. I believe it is 'er first time she is drinkin' this, ain't it Tyora? I bet yor familiar wiv its taste and divine effects, innit, luv?''</span><br/><br/>The horned elf chuckled and handed the long  hand-blown glasses of pink wine over to his female companions, before gulping down some of the contents of its own glass and letting out a shameluss burp of appreciation.<br/>Verita couldn't help but giggle at the actions of insane elf, as he neither cared nor thought of being decent in company he just met.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''Any roads, right, I believe we 'ave not yet 'ad the pleasure ter meet. I've 'eard all about yer, and the uvver of the group from Verita. But I'm curious about 'oo yer right are. Like, right, where yor from and wot yer 'ave seen in yor life. Also, right, that is one precarious 'ave a lookin' necklace yer 'ave there, luv. Whe 'ave you found that drake-ling?''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>