Buy a mead anyways
From Create Your Own Story
You decide that a cool mead would probably feel nice in the heat. The coins clank on the hard wood of the bar, and you stuff the cold mead you are handed into the backpack. You clop along the wooden floor to the door. You swing it open, light stinging your eyes. The sun's rays already heating your fur. Sand and dust dance along the cobble path in the small town. The streets are bare, nobody is to be seen yet. After all, it is early still. The large town gates open as you approach. Wind blows in, carrying sand along with it; almost as if there was a loss of pressure in an airlock. You continue on, hooves sinking into the sand. For a moment, you wish you hadn't come to a city in the middle of the desert. Even so, the remoteness of the desert offers a lot of adventure to be had by a treasure hunter such as yourself
