They set up in the middle of the City Square where the festival of the Goddess was held. The festivities were all for celebrating the Goddess Iyomelka.
People lined the streets and cheered as the party began. There were several large tents with tables laden with food, drinks, and entertainment.
The surviving soldiers were treated as heroes once again and were given free run of the city.
Everyone was in high spirits, especially those who escaped death thanks to Rya's healing.
It was a relief to be alive.
Baron Zellin stood up and held his beer stein out to his men. "Gentlemen, Ladies, and Dwarves! Thanks to your warrior pride, we were able to show the world that we are indeed the strongest of the strong! To show the Crown Prince, Quinus Meredydd that we are his loyal subjects and will stand by his side in times of war! And to show the people that no matter how hopeless a battle seems, we will not give up! Let's drink to the glory of our victory!"
His men roared their approval.
Zellin held his stein aloft, "To the Heroes of Ironside and the Kingdom of Fiafyr!"
He downed the contents of his beer in one gulp and then slammed it on the table."Prince! Join us won't you? Please, share your appreciation of the effort put forth by our brave men and women!"
Quinus made his way towards Zellin and nodded. He took the offered stein and drank down the contents.
Rya, Nieren, Dalia, Percy, and Sir George watch Quinus down the beer like it was water.
"Gah! I can't believe anyone drinks that stuff!" Nieren said with disgust.
"Huh? How long have you lived in Ironside, Nieren?" Rya asked curiously.
Noreen paused to think for a second, "Hmm... I think we have been here for 15 years now."
"So, what did you do when someone offered you a ale?" Percy asked curious.
"I would simply slip the beer in my cup into there's without them knowing," Nieren replied with a serious face.
"What do you like to drink then?" Rya asked.
"Wine of course. Frankly, I can't imagine why you touched the stuff in the first place, Lady Rya. It tastes awful."
"So you've tried dwarven ale?" Dalia asked.
Nieren shook her head, "No, I never have before. I mean, it smells horrible! Why would they serve something like that?"
"Hold on. You have not tried dwarven ale yet? Oh, Nieren you have to give it a chance. It's the best-tasting beer I have ever had." Rya said excitedly.
"Hmmm... well, it does smell good. But why would anyone want to drink something so terrible looking? It's like rotting water."
Rya smiled at Nieren, "Well, isn't wine rotten fruit juice?"
"Umm..." Nieren gulped, "Yes... yes, it is. But wine is more dignified compared to beer!"
"What if it was ale crafted by elves? Would you try it then?" Percy asked curiously.
"Ahh, I-I..." Nieren was speechless.
"Oy! Leave the poor woman alone will ya! If she's not interested then leave her be!" Sir George said after he chugged down his second beer.
"Thank you, Sir George. I'm glad there's someone that will come to my defense," Nieren said sarcastically.
They all laughed out loud at this. Then Dalia turned to Percy, "You know, I think it might be time for me to get some sleep. Do you want to join?"
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I Got Isekai'd, Well Shyt! Vol. 1, 2, and 3
FantasyA 27-year-old American named Ryan was doing his usual morning run through a forest in the United States Midwest when he was attacked by a magical orb that transported him to another world. While in this other World, he finds himself captured by a tr...
