Raise a glass

The better part of the evening had been spent in this tavern, going over the notes he'd gathered recently and what he had gotten today as well. Paper was spread out across the table and Dustin was idly tapping a pen, making notes here and there. He seemed to be deep in thought about his work, not noticing people who came and went. Amelia was curled up at his feet, silently watching those that passed. She was content to stay there for as long as possible, but someone dropped something and Amelia gently nipped Dustin's leg, gaining his attention. Dustin leaned down and followed her gaze. Ah. He lifted a hand, calling out. "Hey, you dropped something. Better grab it quick." Didn't want it to despawn or be swiped by someone. As he stood to help them, he knocked the table and cursed, grabbing his drink just before it spilled on his papers. "Oh shit-"