Letting Michael throw her hand in the air, Claramond clenched it into a fist, breathing a bit deeply from the exertion of the fight, but grinning widely regardless. She usually relished battle scars to a degree, but even if the brawl had been fun, it was something far too petty for her tastes to have a mark on her hide for the rest of her life, and so she was glad that her lot was largely unharmed, apart from Gia and Michael taking a hit or two. Her smile grew wider when she heard Michael's announcement, both in pride for their victory, however small, and also when she saw that Phineas had given Michael an approving nod at everyone getting a free round. So far as Claramond was concerned, there's no such thing as too much mead, or at least not until you can't leave your chair without throwing up.<br/><br/>Uwa sighed tiredly, giving a frustrated smile of her own as she helped Gia back to their table. The arachne woman sat down immediately, and gulped down half of her glass of wine. Uwa, on the other hand, went straight for her stew, taking a spoonful with a large chunk of beef sitting in the gravy-like broth. Meanwhile, the dwarven barmaid was handing out pints of beer, ale, and mead to all the patrons. Claramond had also sat back down at the table by the time the barmaid came over. Her plump lips curled as she approached the paladin and hero of the inn, and kissed the tankard of mead as she set it in front of her; it seemed to be noticeably bigger than what the other folks had gotten for their free round. "I cannae thank yeh enough, milady," she said cheerfully. "I may not be a doormat, but even I ain't strong enough tae have a go at Elyan when he gets rowdy. Puttin' him in his place like that should keep him from bein' such a jackass, at least fer awhile."<br/><br/>Claramond made a toothy, gleeful smile at the dwarf's kind words and answered, "Fret not, the opportunity to floor someone like him is payment enough. Tall drinks are just gravy." Taking a deep breath, Claramond then took the mead she was offered, tilted her head back, and downed the whole thing in about eight seconds. She slammed the tankard on the table, and added, "My very favorite kind of gravy, to be honest." Reaching into her purse, she drew forth five silver pieces and placed them in the barmaid's apron as a tip, although she did take a glance at the dwarven lady's broad, bubbly rump as she passed them towards the next table. Uwa gave Claramond a punch in the leg, but otherwise offered no sign that she saw where Claramond's eyes had fallen.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>