Foreign Skies - Act 1
"just an ale, please.", he rummaged in his robe for a coin and placed it on the counter. the ale arrived and he took it into his clawed hand as the trade was completed.
Old Friends
Careful not to trap his tail, he sat down and took a long gulp of his ale. he sighed in idle satisfaction, ale was possibly the one thing he missed after spending a long time in this shape.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twelve
The floor was swept and clean, the spilled ale long since mopped up. the only visible sign of revaramek’s inadvertent rampage were the gouges in the floor. “mornin’, mirelle.”
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Nine
“i wish ale, subject. where is ale?” “ale is nowhere until you give me a minute to move things out of your way.” “very well. you may clear a place for me.”
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Forty Three
“ale, please.” he made grabbing motions with his forepaws. “overlord want ale.” “right, sorry.” beka fetched the soup pot, set it under the spigot, and opened the tap. dark ale poured out far too slowly for revaramek’s liking.
Spotted Contact
"maybe, but maybe a certain signorina5 could have talked a bit about me to ale, maybe this misunderstanding would have happened." the painted wolf jabbed his friend, a hint of polemic in his voice. "i did talked about you, didn't i ale?"
Departed Friend
All the ale was brewed by the inn keep himself in the cellar. only the largest towns seemed to have ale deliveries to taverns and inns. most found it easier just to make their own, and out here in the ol' pot, they made some good dark ales.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter One Hundred Five
Mirelle stood behind it, pouring ale from one of the many great wooden barrels stacked up decoratively along the back wall. the team of healers and surgeons waited near the tavern’s front entry.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters Eighty One -- Eighty Four
“i've a great thirst for ale, and our guests will be here soon. i should like to be properly lubricated." jekk spat his ale on the floor again. mirelle laughed, carrying over a pot of ale, ignoring the fact a little of sloshed on the floor.
Walking In The Night
He saw his friend ale crossing the street along with his german shepherd, turning in via della giuliana and, after that, in via trionfale.
The Stranger
His head still bowed towards the straw covered ground, the smell of vomiting, piss and stale ale filling his sensitive nostrils. "i would like ale, food and a room."
Missing Lupo
They landed with a soft sound on the floor, a quiet sound that steered the distant sheppie in her sleep, making ale sweat in nervousness.