Darts anyone?

The buzz of the tavern surrounded her, the lively chatter and clinking glasses painting a warm picture of camaraderie and mirth. Sola, feeling a lingering thrill from the magic display earlier, found herself sporting a broad grin. Holding up her own mug, she echoed his sentiment, "and don’t forget strong ale!" She could already feel the promise of an adventure-filled evening beckoning her, the liquid warmth of the brew amplifying her anticipation. She was already sort of feeling drunk. She walked over and tried to put her arm around Eternum. She wondered what kind of stuff they might get up to.