An Evening at the Greybridge Tavern Gulfim drained the tankard with ease. “Another!” the orc called, pounding the table. “I think you’ve already had enough,” Ekkhart said, eying the three empty mugs. “Bah! Stupid paladin, never know how to have a good time.” The barbarian tossed back her hair, a full torso movement that she knew drew all the male eyes her way as her minimal leather armor left her ample cleavage exposed. “Tonight I celebrate!” “Celebrate what? We’re barely halfway done with this quest, we only just now found where the Moon Pearl even is, we have a long way to go tomorrow, and you’re drinking all of our funds away at every tavern from here to Thorgal’s Gap! ” The leader of the Azure Circlet guild was by nature a very patient man, far beyond his 19 years, but Gulfim was wearing on his last nerve this trip. In the weeks since they had taken this their second job as a guild, he had come to greatly value her axe, and greatly detest her thirst. “Who cares ...