[Shenandoah]

Mazin settled his spoils onto the floor and put the plate of meat onto the table. "We have meat, bread, cheese, and apples... and whatever's in these little kegs."

"You do realize that is alcohol in those kegs, right?" asked the creator, looking at the small oaken barrels with amusement. "I have a feeling you two aren't quite legal yet, and I have a strong suspicion that stuff will make us drunk if we drink it. I've never been a heavyweight."

"It's alcohol," Mazin said, looking at one with interest. He'd never had alcohol before and wondered what variety it was.

"You aren't allowed to have ale, mead, beer, or wine... whatever it is in this barrel," Mike said, taking the keg from Mazin. The teenager looked depressed and Mike wondered why he had chosen such a pretty boy appearance. Most tried to be more physically impressive than they really were, but usually more muscles were involved (Mike himself as a classic case).

He turned to Calonia. "Considering players aren't actually escorted up here and given a room, and usually this is a special place to get to after completing certain things, we shouldn't have much trouble keeping people out. We can jam a chair under the door and keep people at bay."