By the way, this ale was good.
It appears to have some sort of apple flavor in it. I took another sip, letting the liquid roll across my tongue.
It was smooth and refreshing, with a sweetness that balanced the bitterness of the hops.
I could see why it was so popular.
Ale was basically beer, actually, and it was shockingly safer to drink than water, which could be easily contaminated unlike processed ale.
So apparently, even kids drank small ale here.
I had noticed a group of preteens clustered around a table nearby, each one nursing a small cup of the amber liquid with the casual ease of seasoned drinkers.
It was a stark contrast to my world, where such behavior would have been met with certain outrage and condemnation.
Also, the human age for adulthood was apparently 15.
The revelation had come earlier, during a casual conversation with Eric, and it had taken me a moment to process.
