"Sake?" says the barmouse, "made from rice?" He works with his hands as he thinks, filling a cup with ale and sweeping the coins from the bar. "Yeah, we have some of that." He moves to a different part of the bar to fetch it.<br/><br/>The movement of Sashi's cloak on her body mesmerizes the two male rabbits, ending the conversation they had been having. It wasn't every day that a shapely doe walked in wearing aquatic armor and a scythe.<br/><br/>The hind seems to be lost in grief, and did not look up at the newcomers.<br/><br/>The tender returns with a hot ceramic<span style="font-style: italic">tokkuri</span>and a shallow<span style="font-style: italic">chokko</span>cup. "An there you go, nice n'hot." He coughs, then looks dizzily for the glass he had been cleaning. There was very little energy in the room; malnourishment and cabin fever had worn these people down to shells.