[Muriel takes one himself at the gesture, his large hands dwarfing even the rather sizeable tankard. He lets out a long, tired exhale; it's been an exhausting few days, even without the lifting heavy things work. He's not used to being so close to so many people. And so many of them refuse to leave him be!
He takes a sip; it's-- pretty good, actually, the cool drink still managing to stir a warmth in his belly.]
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He takes a sip; it's-- pretty good, actually, the cool drink still managing to stir a warmth in his belly.]