"Well, my banner won't be ready until tomorrow morning. A tavern sounds good; I could go for some twillybark ale right now. But, I'm afraid you're right about the money, though, Sharky. Let's go back to camp and get paid. Then we'll find a tavern and waste the night away!" Psilo said with an evil grin."Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Come on, mates, let's go get our money. Besides, I don't like the looks of them two across the street." Sharky noted to his troop.
"By the way, Psilo, what is twillybark anyways?" Sharky asked his friend as they made their way back to the City Gates. "It sounds exotic!"
"I'm glad you asked!" Psilo replied. "Twillybark is a mild hallucinegenic bark that grows on the wild Twillyfure Tree. Quite a common species where I'm from. Luckily I happen to have some twillybark extract in case we can't find any. If you like the strong spirits served in many of this world's pubs and taverns, you'll like twillybark ale. It has quite a kick!" Psilo winked at Sharky.
Sharky nodded in agreement, "I see..."
Psilo turned to Sharky and half-smiled, "Heh, you will, my friend. You will."
