A/N: Hi, Back again... 2nd drabble and I'm pretty proud of it :)
Words: 99 (Oh so close)
Genre: Humor
Enjoy!
The hill was large and rocky, stones jutting out at odd intervals and it was almost a sheer drop from above, almost like a cliff but smaller but also somehow, more dangerous. At this moment barrels were rolling down this cliff like hill at an amazing pace, slamming into rocks with sharp tips and piercing holes in the surface of the barrel, causing a sticky, brown liquid to pour out, it had a sharp and distinct smell about it, one a certain knight could recognize very easily.
"That's my mead! Arthur Pendragon King or not I will kill you!"