If You Invite A Wolf In Your Home, You Should Be Prepared To Get Eaten

“I see. So you’re also a treasure hunter, huh?” Nicole said as she filled Ethan’s mug with mead. “You guys really know your stuff. Too bad, it's been raining like cats and dogs for the past week. You guys can’t really do any treasure hunting in this weather.”

Ethan, who thought that he would have a hard time convincing the young lady that he was harmless, found himself sharing a drink with her.

“Yes,” Ethan replied after taking a sip from his mug. “This weather is not ideal for treasure hunting.”

Unlike the balanced sweetness of the mead he had in the tavern earlier, the one he was drinking right now was also sweet, but there was a sour fruity aftertaste.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t bad and was good enough to drink.

“This mead is only a month old,” Nicole said after pouring herself a mug and making a toast with Ethan. “But this weather makes me want to not wait for a few more months to enjoy it. I just want something to warm me up, especially when the nights are cold.”