The rain pattered down on the rooftops of Tata Village, sliding off the eaves along the logs and thatch.
At the entrance of a spacious wooden house located in the center of the village, Grush shook off his wet raincoat, leaving behind a patch of water stains.
Pushing open the door, "Bloody Foot" Defort was sitting by the fireplace, roasting the fire, with oil from last night's meal still stuck on his messy beard.
"Blackscar" Blackscar stood by the window, his high cheekbones almost able to hold a kettle, and his hair was plastered to his pale forehead by the rain.
"Grush my brother is here, I've just heated up some butter beer, come on." Bloody Foot raised the iron kettle in his hand high, as if unfazed by the boiling hot steam.
The "Beastman" Grush did not decline, took off his leather gloves, and took the butter beer from Bloody Foot, gulping it down.
His body instantly warmed up.
