At some point, somebeast far in the distant past accidentally left some pears or milk in a pot, and found the resulting mess to be... If not palatable, at least it made their head so woozy they didn't much care for the vile taste.

And all these seasons later, long after the age of ice had thawed, the Lentavohi still revel in the consumption of traded meads and home-fermented horse milk. Be it a tipple between you and your companions before the hunt, to steel the mind and keep the nerves in check. Or be it instead downing jugs during a ritual feast, to banish the anxiety so that you can dance around the fire as gracefully as a blind horse wearing stilts.

Sakara is no exception. Come most special occasions, be it a festival of Äituri or Rasori, a feast between all the tribes, or a day of horse racing and friendly duelling, he'll find the time in the evening to take up a drink. As you can see this quite often brings out a much more raucous side of him, though you can imagine he's quite the handful in this state. Giggling and mumbling incoherently while insisting on dancing or drumming, or anything to get his limbs shaking and his voice singing to the stars.

As is customary, even little Kuveli is free to partake in one cup. Though, he doesn't see the appeal, the stuff tastes like, well, spoiled milk.

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