A bottle of white, a bottle of red

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

• Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
• Don't hog the wine
• Don't hog the food
• Don't fight or argue
• If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
• Clean up after yourselves

Comments

[snarksman]

Clint's outside of the tents, bottle open and feet propped up on a crate. The alcohol is strong, something distinctly Fereldan in nature, and he's sipping it slowly from a cup. He's got more of it stashed somewhere, but it's free to share and he's always welcome to new company.

He's actually nearly three sheets to the wind, but he hides it well. Until he starts telling some ridiculous story about how he got into an actual fight with rock goons and how he had to defeat the head rock boss because he was supposedly trespassing into sacred rock burial grounds. Yes, you heard him right.

But clearly that was another story for another time, and he's got plenty of other stories to tell, including one time about this Antivan girl and her really long legs. He might have to stop drinking soon.