Game Time PM19:11
Anka Market outskirts, midpoint of the Miler Avenue, by the Silver Crystal River
Harper Ramsey dragged his weary steps back to the cabin, casually tossing the battered-looking fishing rod to the corner of the wall, and carrying the basket of fish he strolled over to sit by the fireplace. He grabbed a cup, which looked like it hadn't been washed in years, and poured himself some drink—a half-liter of a brown liquid that emitted a strange odor.
"It looks quite energetic."
The tree elf old man disdainfully glanced at the 'drink' in his hand, with an odor so strong it could drive most wild beasts away, and forced a grin while crinkling his mouth corners. He then brought the cup to his lips and sipped lightly, as if tasting wine, with a very calm expression.
