"Dwarven ale will knock you solidly on your bum." Bethany stated with all due seriousness, as she tilted slightly to the side, before she makes a face, "Good. It's disgusting. I prefer Nevarran ale. Much smoother."

She made another face, before she reached for the mug.

"I am ... quite strong. For a mage. And a girl. A girly mage." She laughed a little at that. "A mage that is made up of girl and mana, that's me."