Party time
<br/>You swim along, with numerous detours to look at interesting things which caught your attention, and eventually reach the shore. When you poke your head above the surface, it's dark; the sun must have set while you were down below. Whatever. You re-cast the anthropomorphizing spell, and in the more-humanoid form it produces, you stride up onto the land to see what you can see. <br/> <br/>You see a large fire with lot of people dancing around it. A party. Excellent! After all your hard work, you deserve to unwind a little. Hoping that these people are friendly to non-humans, you approach them openly... <br/> <br/>The first thing you see is that everyone is drunk. And whatever they're drinking, it smells very good! You follow your nose to the source of that excellent-smelling aroma—but before you get there, someone very large... and very male... puts one arm around you and hands you a large, wooden mug with his other arm. "Yer beu'ful," he tells you. "Havva drink on me." <br/> <br/>Of course you accept, and drain the contents of, the mug. To do otherwise would be to reject these people's hospitality, which would be very impolite! The drink tastes bitter at first, but the bitterness dissipates before your tenth swallow of the stuff. Yum! <br/> <br/>
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Written by Catprog & Cubist on 04 November 2010
