It was a few hours to dusk when the two mysterious individuals finally made it out of that party, and were heading back the way they came. Heinrich had quite a bounce to his step, while Joel was trudging behind him.
“Such an elegant maple brew,” Heinrich chimed in. “Even the best of oktoberfest wouldn’t hold a candle! And it’s a wonder how they make it so well with their archaic methods.” Heinrich‘s eyes widened. “Reminds me of home.”
“I think that sprite had a good idea burning those trees. Ugh, If I ever see a single drop of sap again,” Joel gagged.
“Loss of tolerance is common in people... close to your age, Herr Hansen,”
“Yeah, only 15 mugs? I must be getting frail already.” Joel grumbled sarcastically.
The two continued past the hills they originally crossed, navigating the grasslands ahead until they finally came up to an exceptionally steep hill. They walked up to the side of the hill facin