Morris's stomach had been churning for a while.
Now, with Patchy's ugly face shoved right in front of him, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Blaaagh—!"
A mixture of wine and undigested food sprayed all over Patchy's prized little leather vest.
Time seemed to freeze for a second.
Patchy slowly lowered his head and stared at the filth hanging from his vest.
"Damn it!! My Crocodile Leather Vest!! It's got a vomit tax on it now! A cleaning fee! Emotional distress damages! And a visual assault fee! You owe me a whole three Gold Shields, you damn human-shaped dragon turd! Pay up! Now!"
On the street outside the tavern.
The cool night breeze swept the smell of alcohol from the group.
They hadn't noticed the commotion erupting in the tavern behind them.
Hulk was now confirming with everyone when they would meet up next.
"Then let's say three days from now. We'll take some time to rest, and Belt's injuries should be mostly healed by then."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
As usual, Hulk reminded them, "I'll rent the Land Birds in advance. Everyone, remember to prepare your own Hemostatic Bandages and Basic Herbs. As for food, Belt, you and Laila can order some traveler's whole-grain bread and jerky later. We don't need too much; we should be able to forage for some food along the way."
"Got it, Captain."
"No problem."
Listening to Hulk's reminders, He Xi couldn't help thinking back to their last trip to Stone Creek Village, when his "picnic" outfit had made him stand out from the others. He already had leather armor; a magic staff would make the outfit perfect.
"If there aren't any other issues, then—"
"Hold on, Captain."
Everyone looked at He Xi in confusion.
"I want to find somewhere to buy