Really, he might as well get drunk.
Notes: Written for the LJ interests challenge, this one was for Albel. Hey, it involves Cliff. Sorta. Mostly just because Albel's my preffered tool to employ in Cliff torture.
Albel paced the streets of Peterny restlessly. They should be going on with their task, but the fools had insisted on stopping in the city. There was nothing to hold his interest at all. A handful of shops that sold the bare basics, and one woefully inadequate armor store.
The tavern was a welcome sight to see. The other fools could waste their time in the workshops, he intended to get something good from the damned city. Even if the only thing he got was a hangover.