War of the Lost Kingdom

He shrugged and drafted two of what was on tap, expertly placing two tankards before them with nary any foam. Upon drinking, it had a very nutty quality to it. It was almost a perfect counter to the bittong.

The evening sun was gradually touching the seafaring horizon. Boats remained out at sea, shining through with the godrays of the waning day. Just above the sun, partially obscured by clouds, the twin moons Luca and Tiel both shone in their conflicting pale blue and gray light, with the smaller blue of Tiel slightly obscuring Luca. Luca was in waxing crescent, and Tiel was
in gibbous waning. Down in the city, the docks were winding down for the day, with raggedy dock workers unloading the last of trade goods and loading carts to go cityward.

It was at this time that a glass was placed in front of her, where the waiter filled it with a pale white liquid. He also set a full glass of ice water next to it, and silverware upon her tablecloth. "Your food will be ready in the next 10 minutes, my Lady."