Gerard rubbed his temples. He withstood the grogginess from the effects of the previous night's drinking contest. A headache pounded in his skull.
Kherim, his jovial expression untouched by the festivities of the previous evening, chuckled and reached into a small pouch at his side. He produced a small, gnarled root and handed it to Gerard with a knowing grin.
"Here, lad. Chew on this. It'll sort you right out."
"Huh?"
"Chew on it. Trust me! How do you think us dwarves go into the mines after drinking like last night?"
"Well, you two seem perfectly fine..."
Curiosity piqued, Gerard eyed the root sceptically but trusted Kherim's wisdom. Gerard grabbed the root and chewed on it. The root doubled in size in his mouth before exploding with liquid. Earthy flavours filled his mouth, banishing the symptoms of his hangover in an instant. He blinked in surprise, feeling revitalised and ready for the day ahead.
"What was that?"
Kherim chuckled heartily, patting Gerard on the back.
