It is less... impressive, [ she counters, considering, ] and more, perhaps, a matter of luck meeting stubbornness. Both will eventually wear out, I know, and then I'll be like all other Wardens.

[ She's somewhat used to not being what people expect of a Warden, honestly. Too bubbly, too honest, too young. Too apparently unscarred from a life of horrors. As it is, she smiles at the proprietor sweetly. ]

Ah. [ Hm. She hadn't considered food. ] Do you have any sausage?

[ The proprietor nods and bustles off, leaving the ale in front of Adrasteia. Well. She'll have some but there are no guarantees she'll be able to finish a drink of that size. ]