Reed, who wasn’t stupid, had made sure there was a nonstop supply of food and drinks on hand, all courtesy of former Scrap Rat bakers and brewmasters. Honestly, those guys might’ve been the MVPs of the entire meeting. One of the ales even had a passive -5% Stress buff baked in. Kept the tempers low and the laughs rolling. By the time the contracts were finalized, the common room had become a chorus of slurred declarations. “I love you, man.” “No, I love you, man.” “No—you’re the best tailor in game, don’t let anyone tell you different!” They were wrecked.
