Threland smirks with a painful exhale, lying down on the prancing Pony’s floor as he clutches onto his manhood in one , however rummaging around in his sidebags with a free hand, pulling a gourd and shoving it over, setting it in orbit for Nirieleth's hair. The woman, clad in heavy armor previously retaliated for a bucket of cold water thrown at her. The sense of justice was strong to the man, for she had in the past dishonoured his favorite pastime; drinking.
