[There's another pause...before Rahk finally sighs and forces himself to sit up, shaking his head again since he's been just laying in his own growing puddle of rainwater for the last minute or so. Sorry Romeo, you're still in the splash zone.]

Can't rightly say...I'll drink almost anything most days, as long as it isn't straight up bog-water.

[Mead though...it's a good choice.

He reaches out to pull his tankard towards himself, thinking he probably will be able to finish it all. Probably. It's a pretty big container but like...not bigger than he can handle, surely.]

Whassat now? You think I'm that weak-stomached? You clearly don't know me as well as you thought...