When they reached Mez'dra's quarters, Yu Lin Bloodhawk wanted to get straight to business, but Mez'dra waved a hand and said, "No hurry! No hurry! Let me fetch something good to eat first."
With that, he turned and left, but he returned only a short while later. Mez'dra carried a large jug of liquor in each hand, and several Wildhammer Dwarves followed him with plenty of other things.
At the sight of Mez'dra and the Wildhammer Dwarves behind him, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his Gryphon Bodyguards could only smile wryly.
They all knew the Wildhammer Dwarves behind Mez'dra. Every one of them could drink like a fish, and Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his Gryphon Rider Bodyguards had shared no small amount of liquor with them.
Whenever these drinking champions were around, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his companions invariably ended up drunk. It seemed Mez'dra had no intention of letting them off lightly this time.
Everyone Mez'dra had brought was an old acquaintance, so Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his Gryphon Rider Bodyguards naturally stood on no ceremony with them. This was especially true of his bodyguards. They did not carry the same worries he did; instead, they saw worthy opponents, and any occasion for drinking was cause for celebration.
Sure enough, before Yu Lin Bloodhawk could say anything, they had already gone over to help, wiping the table and setting out plates as though preparing for an all-out battle. They took this more seriously than actual warfare and showed their opponents even greater respect. All Yu Lin Bloodhawk could do was offer a helpless, wry smile.
What could he say? Damn it! He was the drunkard who had fostered these Gryphon Rider Bodyguards' drinking habits. Wouldn't stopping them now just be asking for trouble? After all, he was the one who