Finally there was someone with an ounce of sense regarding choice in beverages. It was regrettable that they had to meet under these conditions (as opposed to conditions where they could actually have tea, and oh goddamnit all of his tea was in his trunk, this damn tower better get their possessions back to them posthaste after this disaster subsides).

"They should at least keep the kitchen stocked with it at all times," he conceded with a scowl as he threw his arm up to block his face from some swinging limb coming his way. "And not continue with this infrequent monthly chance bollocks that seems to be the norm when they decide the menu." He very quickly lodged the blade into aforementioned limb after parrying it, ripping the knife upwards along the tissue of the monster.

He was going to be in severe need of a shower following all this fighting if he survived.