Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Only a chuckle would be offered in reply to Ari's feelings on the topic. The bard was yet to hear Aspel's own caterwauling and quite frankly, if the smith had her way, Ari never would. "Plenty of them." The quality of the mead would have no complaints from Aspel in the least, in fact, she wasn't quite sure when she had last had such a nice honey wine. While the smith was always fond of finer vintages of drinks, this one came in top of her list for some time.
"A bit." A smile attempted to cover up the admission. "It is nothing to waste such a song on." A thought about mentioning how she may need it much more the following evening was given but perhaps it would be best to leave that detail out for now. Wouldn't it be such a nice surprise for everyone she knew to see she'd rightly lost her mind when she walked out on that field tomorrow?
"I am certain the mead and perhaps a good massage later will take the stiffness from my muscles quite well."