"Short, yeah. And drunk," Alleyana made another face. Which was still impressive, with her face. "An entire race that dwells underground. Campaign with them a while, and you end up drinking what they drink. And I campaigned with the Legion of the Dead... where the dwarves send their unwanted and their criminals to 'die with honor'. They don't exactly get premium rations, so we may as well have been licking mold."

Of course, she hadn't actually drank a whole lot while chasing after the Titan, but she'd given a flask an experimental sip when it had been offered. Alley rarely flexed any diplomatic finesse, but even at her least level of political effort, she knew better than to turn her nose up at a dwarf's brew.

Even if it had tasted like paint thinner. At least they didn't mind her saying as much; the Legion tended to be pretty free of posturing.