"Before arranging a room, give me a round first."
Lann tapped the bar with two fingers.
The tavern owner, unfazed, nodded and placed a small wooden cup grasped by a tiger's mouth grip on the bar.
"Do you want it cold?"
He looked up and asked.
"The colder, the better."
Amidst the clinking sounds of glass bottles, the tavern owner pulled out a bottle of alcohol from under the bar, with fine beads of condensation clinging to the brown glass bottle's outer walls.
"Try this, mead from the Skellige Islands, sweet as honey, strong as a knife."
Of course, it would also be expensive.
The owner didn't mention the price, just poured it for Lann. And the Demon Hunter didn't care about the small change... if the wine truly matched its price.
With three fingers pinching the small wooden cup, Lann drank it all in one go.
Feeling the strong alcohol slide through his throat, the icy liquid created a comfortable contrast with his own blazing body temperature...
"Whew~"
