289 Drunk

"What kind of food is this?!"

The others could all hear Lance's frustrated cries from his room, and this time, they didn't blame him because they felt the same way.

Plain rice, some vegetables, and barely enough meat to satisfy them with fermented rice wine.

While Lance was busy complaining and yelling at the poor innkeeper to have better food prepared for him, the three girls sharing a room looked at theirs with interest.

Luciana sniffed their wine jar and grimaced. "It smells strong," she said. "We should return it."

"We may never get the chance to taste something like this again," Susan whispered as she began to pour some for herself.

"Have you ever had rice wine before?" Susan asked Paulina, who shook her head. She had never had any type of wine before.

"Women are not supposed to drink things like this!" Luciana scolded her.