Frostbound

The flames of the fire dwindled over the night and people broke away as the stars came out. Austin and I stayed put and watched as people returned to their tents one by one.

With my Endurance, I could stay up the whole night and be just fine but it was better to be in tip-top shape. A few hours would do the trick, which gave me a lot of time to sit and contemplate.

Why Austin stayed was unclear. He too had a high Endurance, but I thought it was also because I was still up.

The alcohol he managed to get his hands on was long gone and it wasn't even close to enough for either of us to feel anything.

A fact he complained about constantly.

"This is bullshit!" He had to quietly complain to not wake people. "It even tasted like ass, too, the least it could do was get us drunk."

"It will get there eventually," I said, "The Brewers aren't as high level as us and they're still working out their craft. It also doesn't help the materials they're using aren't the highest grade."

High-grade grains weren't to be wasted on making ale. Not yet at least. We would grow our production in the coming years and that issue would be fixed. Farmers would level and get better as well as would the mana levels of the world, but for now, we were without.

Mana was still on the rise and no one knew when they were going to stop. The grade our Planet would end up at was still in the air.

"I know but still! Not even a buzz!" Austin threw another stick in the fire which caused the coals to spark up.

"It's probably for the best. If high-quality booze was available, I don't even want to think about what would happen. We already have fights breaking out occasionally, we don't need drunken brawls on top of it." I said.

"Those are half the fun." He lamented, "Watching people duke it out in wild haymakers and stumbling footwork is always entertaining."