A Place Called Home

"Come on, Malaki. Why the long face?" Adrian nudged his friend as he held up a mug of beer that was topped by a generous amount of foam. He clinked it with the mug of a red faced Priestess who was very clearly drunk.

"Isn't it obvious?" Malaki, the Dark Elf, sighed and ran his finger along the rim of the mug in front of him.

"Oh, pshh! His Excellency Leon invited us to come with him to the Elven Empire. He even promised us a few things that can help up ease our way up to B rank. Isn't it a good thing? You get to visit your home, and we all get a crapload of rewards!" Adrian thrust his arm forward, sending a fair bit of beer pouring over the rim of his mug.

"THAT'S the problem! Rivera is NOT my home!" Malaki slammed his fist down and crushed the mug in front of him, sending the warm liquid pouring over the sides of the table the three were seated at.