Kaelira scoffed with displeasure, "I didn't finish Lord Quinlan's armor yet! It feels wrong to rest."
Shallan, the Anemomancer-classed, tanned beauty, shook her head with an amused smile, "You had already run out of mana a long time ago… Honestly, we did you a favor by dragging you away. You could've ruined your work with your overeagerness."
Kaelira elected to shut up, deciding to drink instead of offering a rebuttal, for she had none. The others laughed in delight before raising their tankards to drink alongside their cherished captain.
"Haa! That hit the spot…" The trapper girl exhaled happily while eyeing her mug of ale. She hadn't drunk such high-quality alcohol ever in her life. Before being enslaved, she was a poor woman making scraps from trapping wildlife, and after being captured and enslaved by illegal slavers who then sold her to Kai, she wasn't afforded anything besides water and the cheapest of meals.
