<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Hey! Quit yelling! Some of us are still working on our hangover!"</strong>Onyx yelled back from her position in the saddle of her draft horse. She had filled her tankard for a bit of the<em>'goblin that bit me'</em>It was the heady dark ale she was used to up in the mountains, but then the folks down here didn't have suitable sized mushrooms and had to make do with mere barley and hops. She glared back at the woman with an unspoken promise of mayhem.