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[Saber had promised Dean she would pay a visit to the bar soon, and a knight is always true to their word. And she doesn't have anything against the occasional drink. So she's seated at one of the many tables, quietly watching the unexpected turnout mingle about while all but knocking back a mug of ale that's bigger than you'd think a girl of her small size could handle.
Regardless of what you think, two similar mugs are already in front of her, empty; she doesn't show even the slightest signs of being affected by the alcohol]