"Nothin' makes a brew taste better than a healthy heap of blood. C'mon, you filthy louts! We're headed to the next town!" Alotte raised her blade high and her crew returned a hearty cheer as they rattled their weapons. Two casks of alcohol with bones floating in the crimson liquid were placed at her side, sure to be emptied before they reached their destination but just as surely refilled as the night deepened.
Artwork by Cloud D.