The comfortable murmur of the tavern, accompanied by the occasional burst of laughter, greeted Sage as he stepped in. Glancing around, he caught sight of the knights visiting from Durianor on a diplomatic mission; passing their raucous table by, he made his way to the bar, where he’d caught a glimpse of Kashé’s shock of red hair.
At the bar, Coriko nudged Kashé and nodded over her shoulder, availing her of Sage’s presence. Kashé spun around on her stool, leaning back on the bar and resting her elbows on the counter as she glared at Sage. “Well, well. Look who had the nerve to show up.” she said.
Sage stopped in front of her and looked her up and down. She was dressed in the combat gear of a Aylodaen mage knight, obviously having finished her combat exam last. Sage smiled. “Drunk already?”
Kashé grinned, jumping off her stool. “Rrrrr! Get over here, ya useless lug!” she growled, catching Sage up in a bear hug. “Done with finals! Spring dies, summer begins! Drink to freedom and fair days!”
“She’s had more than a few mugs of ale.” Coriko informed Sage.
“She always does at the end of the semester.” Sage said, straightening his cloak and looking around. “Where’s Deviån?”
Kashé grinned, pushing herself back up onto her stool. “He doesn’t know I come here on the weekends.”
“Ah, so this is our little secret, then.” Sage said, taking a seat beside Kashé. “Same as usual, Durry.”
“Same as usual?” Kashé giggled. “You sound like an old man, Sage.”
“Oh?” Sage said, raising an eyebrow. “Strike that, Durry. What’s the strongest you’ve got?”
“Mm, dragon whiskey from the southern deserts, but-” Durry answered.
“But nothing. I’ll take some.” Sage said, laying down a couple of coins.
“If you say so.” Durry said doubtfully.
“Oooh, looka you. Trying to be all manly an’ tough.” Kashé taunted. “How cute. Durry! Pour me some dragon whiskey too. I’m not going to let Mr. Manly over here upstage me.”
“Oh dear.” Coriko sighed. “I can see where this is going.”