Prepalderdash

It was a fairly normal day at the Wolffort encampment. The various members of Lord Serenoa's retinue were milling about, chatting, shopping, studying, training, or, in the case of Erador, buying yet another pint of ale at the tavern. Erador observed the activity as he took a sip of his drink. There was always so much going on that it was entertaining to just kick back and watch everyone sometimes.

Soon, his eyes fell on Corentin, who was currently buying a healthy stock of Icestones and Firestones from Lionel. Erador grinned, set his pint down on the counter, and gestured to Hossabara for attention.

"Hey, watch this," he said. Then, he raised his (already loud) voice and called, "Hey, Corentin! You wanna join me for a drink, buddy?"

Corentin froze, then whipped his head around to look at Erador. His eyes widened for a brief moment before narrowing so sharply it was a miracle he could still see anything.

"Never again. Not after last time," he replied woefully. "You will never drag me into another drink, Erador!"

"Oh, really? You got real passionate last time, you know!" Erador grinned. "I mean, sure, I didn't think you'd be the angry type, but I almost wanna see what'd happen next time! Maybe you'll set a new record and start ranting after half a pint!"

Corentin paled. "I am absolutely not that weak!"

"Oh, really? Wanna prove it?"

"No!"

Corentin hunched over and hissed like a cat before bolting over to one of the far tables in the encampment. Erador howled in laughter, drawing a few more stares from their comrades. Hossabara shook her head and grinned as she leaned over to refill his glass.

"See? It's so easy to push that guy's buttons!"

Hossabara chuckled. "You're terrible."

Erador grinned as he leaned back against the counter. "And you think I'm funny! Guess that makes you terrible too, huh?"

"I guess it does."

Hossabara snorted as she reached over to wipe off another glass. At least there was never a boring day with this crowd...