Storm listens to Nill and Thrixel. She lets out a heavy sigh as Nill declares herself butter.

"No! No. No... Nill is not a dog." She twists to look at Nill. "Or butter."

She turns her attention back to Thrixel and raises her mug. "I'm drinking what they've got left. Since the good stuff is probably in some bandits belly by now."

She takes a drink and sets her mug down again, staring at Thrixel as if she's trying to solve a puzzle.

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