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She was also astonished to be able to handle the ale as she kept drinking the ale as though it was nothing. The liquid must be helping her out. Regardless she wanted another.

He went down into the basement and brought up bottles of beer to give Blaze some time with Basil.

"Sorry Ami, but I can't give you anymore until I know for sure you can handle it. The only non-Astartes I know who can handle are Drael and Soki because Drael is as big as an Astartes, and Soki burns up all poisons that get in his system."

He brought them some food.

Blaze sat back down at a table as he was offered alcohol by Mathius for him and Basil. "Thanks, Mathius," he said as he also agreed with not giving any more of the ale to Ami until they knew her body could actually handle it. "Basil? Sit next to me and enjoy some beer?" he asked as he sat there wait for her.

Receiving food from Mathius will help the alcohol settle better in his stomach as he took the initiative and started to drink his beer.

"It's fine, Mathius...I understand..." she said as she instead accepted the food instead. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. Was it a drunk feeling? "Any other alcohol I can have, Mathius...?" she asked as she sat there hiccuping.

"The anti-toxin I gave you should prevent your liver from melting, but you'll have a hangover like you got hit by a Nova Cannon warhead."

A young teen slips in through the door, wearing travelling clothes and a long red coat. A lute is slung over his shoulder, box-less. He wipes sand-colored hair out of his face with a careless hand. His eyes shine with interest as he takes in the different areas of the place, eyes resting none-too-briefly on the rag-tag group sharing drinks and food in the middle.
Smells like home.

He hangs for a moment at the door- long enough for the hair to slide back over his face,-then walks with purpose and confidence up to order at the bar up front, hand going up to wipe the hair away again.

Saunters in casually taking a seat and lighting his smoking pipe

"Welcome to Trixie's young man. I'll be with you in a moment"

" just the person I've been needing to speak to. I've changed the Imperium's ration packs to include dried fruits and extra protein bars"

* maximus walks in and takes a seat at a single small table looking over the menu*

"Then I am feeling it alright..." she said as she had to get a grip. It hit her all at once like a hammer hitting metal.

"The Imperium nun lass is a lightweight"

"That's my sister, robot"

Natalie yawns. "If anyone needs me, I'm gonna be taking it easy. Had to work late last night."

"Watch your tongue...*hiccup*" she said coldly as she sat there. "Thank you, Ubba," she said with a slight smile as her head drooped a little.

"And welcome to the tavern, Natalie," she said to the one who just came in. "We got plenty of food, beds, and drinks...I am not the bartender, so please don't ask me..." she said coolly as she tried to keep her composure from drinking something her body was far from being used to.

"I'm fine. Not sure about you, though." Natalie stretches a bit.

"Well of course. They don't exactly partake in vices, that lot. They're too busy being, in the words of Lukas the Trickster, 'roided-up mommy nuns'." Greyhowl makes a face, and promptly downs a tankard of Wulfsmeade. "That felt dirty to say."

"I will be okay....I just need to rest my head here..." she said coolly as she lay her head down to allow her to rest her head. It was only a few seconds before she lifted her head back up. "What's your name? *hiccup*" she said as she felt the alcohol take its full effect. It wasn't as though she needed to throw up. But she definitely felt oddly tired.

"I'm Natalie Manning, I work as a doctor at a nearby hospital."

"I felt that a lot more than I probably should."