[Cards] Dwarven Boozehound's Backpack

"Drinks're on me, laddies!"

The rakish dwarf chuckled to himself before smiling and pointing to the small metal keg strapped to his back. The young tiefling beside him groaned audibly and rubbed her temples out of obviously tried patience.

"Renwick, if you make one more pun about that stupid tankard, I'll light it, the ale inside, and you all on fire."

"Well it won't do much. S'a magic keg."

"Well, you'll still burn at least. That's enough for me."

The dwarf continued to smile and reached for a cup in his pack with one hand and the hose on the keg with the other. He filled a well-worn tankard with aromatic ale and passed it to the tiefling. After a moment, she took it without a word.

"Ya know, Yara, one o' these days you'll realize that puns aren't the real danger: it's us. If we start comin' apart a' the seams, any ol' band o' brigands'll be able to wipe us out on the side o' the road. We gotta stick together."

Yara swirled the ale around, looking at her reflection on its surface, and took a drink. It warmed her from within, and put her mind somewhat at ease. She looked over the dwarf for the first time and said, "You're right. I'm sorry I get on your case about the puns. It's obvious they're important to you, and they really are simple and good-natured fun. I'll be better."

The dwarf's smile widened. "That's the spirit, lass. And if ye still wanna light me on fire, we'll have this tankard to cure whatever ales me."*

The tiefling buried her head in her hands as Renwick laughed once more.