The group celebrate at the camp before returning to town
From Create Your Own Story
You head on out of the graveyard now that the presence is gone, the undead will leave the town alone. This calls for celebration. It was mostly what you've always pictured. An heroic assault to defeat the evil relic. Although you really wonder where it's gone.
In the meantime, your new party makes it's way back to the camp and decide to rest before returning to town. Since it's still early and that the area is safe now, the group install themselves cozily for the night. Most of them remove their gear and cleans it from the undead filth and you quickly does the same, removing your plate armor. Everyone takes turns cleaning in the nearby cold river and you follow along. They have a strange expression when you show up alongside them to clean up. Other races react strangely to some things. But you slip into the water and soap up like the others while their eyes follows every gesture along your nude gentle skin.
As they get back, some of them keep talking at low voice enough for you to even miss it. Maybe they feel embarassed about being seen ? Either way, you get back dressed and decide to oil your full plate and let it dry while the others put on some tents, cook some food. The gnomes seems to be making brewing potions. How exciting ! You also fail to notice the bag of loot they stole from the grave being hidden in one of the tent.
As the merryments begins and food is chowed down, Blackhand aproach you and hand you a bottle.
"What is it ?" you ask innocently.
"Alcohol. My best one so don't waste it." he says with a smile.
"Oh I don't know." You begin. You didn't vow anything but you've never tried alcohol. It would be wasted on you.
'Cmon it's sweet. and you deserve it after that charge" he adds, pulling at your strings.
Oh fine. You could always try it. You're not a kid anymore anyway. And real adventurer does it. So why not ? You smile and accept the bottle and struggle to open it before blackhand shows you how. You blushes and follow his instructions before taking your first sips. For a second, it tastes bitter to your sensitive pallatte but it quickly becomes sweet.
"This isn't bad" you say before trying another one, repeating the process. It's like an initial distaste for a better follow-up taste. It's like torturing yourself for good things. You're overthinking it again but it also makes you feel warm inside.
The party try to make a move on you
The party wait for you to get drunk before making a move on you
The gnome gives you something else to drink to "celebrate"
The group celebrate until they all rest and you go to town the next day
