Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari - 3pm.
Aspel had never been a particular fan of beer in its many varied forms, but it seemed almost a crime against humanity to refuse at least tasting some of the wares imported with this mock Bierfest the Emillion had hosted each year. Certainly, it was with ease that she could point out which brews were local and which were properly imported because while she didn't particularly like most beers, it was a taste of home, and something she had drinken a fairly significant amount of between her Knighthood, and The Guard.
Though an exchange previous, herself and Ari had agreed to meet up at a Kerwonian tavern that had boasted great things were coming to its doors. This, however, Aspel was hesitant to believe even if she was a bit hopeful. The tavern wasn't terrible but all things considered, it had never been her first choice for taste or full authenticity, even if the decor and menu were mostly accurate.
Regardless, they had met and settled in with drinks in hand. Between her running about earlier in the day, the smith sported a pleasant buzz, and a looseness of stance that was only accompanied with the warmth of spirits, and that was precisely what had occurred.
"Humor me?" Aspel smiled at the other woman next to her, a curious lift in her voice, and mischief in her eyes.