Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
The raised hand was enough of a clue and Aspel couldn't help but smirk. When was the last time they'd actually seen each other at this point? It certainly felt like forever, but with the way time slipped by lately, it possibly could have only been a few weeks ago and the smith may not have been any the wiser.
Her walk was a bit stiff, and thankfully, no one gave her any issues as she made her way through the door with a bottle of mead in hand, though at least a couple comments were passively caught about helping alleviate the smith of the contents of the bottle. An idle smile was given with comment about how the mead had already been reserved specifically for one person that eve. Finally finding herself at the bar, Aspel shifted, slowly moving to sit down next to Ari.
"I believe the contents of this belongs to you." The bottle was offered over easily with a bit of a tired, but well pleased, smile.