He smiled and nodded. "I don't drink beer, it is a poison and degrades ones' ability to react. Or at least, it does when drank to excess. A small measure every now and again is fine though. And your offer for the forge is generous, though I might have to use it to dispose of the drone if it keeps acting goofy."<br/><br/>The drone in question was still upside on the floor, but was following a small beetle as it wiggled about the room. His threat went unnoticed by the drone, which made him sigh, before turning back to the child. "Did your dad talk about what he had found below the town, or what he was planning to do on the second trip down?"