Erica Looks For Answers Pt. 2

It took an entire forty five minutes before Darius and Erica ceased their arguing, and another ten minutes for the dwarf to wash all of the puke off of his body. 

But now, the two of them were seated at a table in a somewhat cordial environment. 

But as usual, Erica was watching the dwarven king ingest hysterical levels of alcohol without stopping to take a breath. 

"How... are you still alive?"

*Gulping noises continue*

"..."

"Ah, that hit the spot. Did you say something, lass?"

Erica clenched her pearly teeth so tightly that it was a miracle that they did not crack. 

Darius chuckled as he pushed a mug that he'd filled with ale over to the irate woman opposite him. 

"Alright missy, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?" He finally asked. 

Erica did not even bother to touch the drink that had been handed to her and instead got to the reason she was here.