[Contrary to her earlier claim about wine and ale, the drink she brings Beth is suspiciously clear, with a scent more similar to moonshine than vodka. For herself, she has what appears to be an honest-to-god flagon.]

Alright, well, welcome to a life of involuntary LARPing. Could be worse, though; when I first got here, we were based in, uh, a giant fort in the mountains, basically. You know I'm not built for snow.