Five O'Clock On A Friday

Askr landed in a tree nearby, snow flopping to the ground as the branch shook from the ravens weight. He ruffled his sleek black feathers, hopping nervously on his feet. Éldi smirked. "Nervous are we, Askr? Don't worry. I've tried your wares myself. I think we're on to something."

Eyrún was the first to join them and he dipped his head in greeting, smiling warmly as she joined him. "Mead! Askr's first batch is at last ready and I wished to share. We hope to have a few bottles ready to trade as well as to make improvements on the next batch." He dipped his head seizing the bottle in his jaws before pouring some into a nearby bowl. "Feel free to give it a try and let me know what you think. I hope to have something worthy of celebrating a successful raid." He was itching to get out there and raid again. The first one had not gone according to plan and he was hungry for another try.