|Yours is mined|
"Hrrm, yes, Silvermane. Saki if you have it. Warm preferred." Fendahl will accept the drink and continue to scan for familiar faces in the bar.
"WE GOT KUNSHU, SOSHU AND JUNSHU SAKE!"
Despite his boorish appearance, the Iron Giant seems surprisingly knowledgeable about Minkaien fermented beverages, and you suspect about many other things as well.
"WAIT! YOU SAID YOU WANTED WARM!" It's not a question. "YOU NEED JUNSHU THEN. GOOD TO TAKE JUST BEFORE A DAWN ATTACK BEGINS!!"
As the Lionless Shaman scans the Alembic, he notices three females: a bored Mwangi monk, a platinum-haired elf in burgundy leathers with a double row of throwing knives lining her back and a tall woman with a martial posture, short-cropped red hair and a badly scarred face, being entertained by a flamboyant blond-haired elf with a curved blade by his side.
The swashbuckler smiles broadly on spying Fendahl and bows to him with a flourish.