Nuada answered the other man's smile with his own. It seemed the only times he had smiled or laughed on this gods forsaken place had been when Klaus was within sight at least.

"I would agree, as it is obvious you have no alehouse to try and blame," Nuada set aside his weapons and folded himself to the floor next to Klaus. He had begun to breathe hard from the exertion as well. A few green and yellow bruises stood out against the white of his skin. Well earned ones at that.

"Speaking of alehouse, I understand you and your friend were complaining at the lack of alcohol. You are how old? The machine in my room has given me fruit," Nuada gave Klaus a look that telegraphed 'don't be stupid'. "Gather enough and make a mash in a large bowl. Let it sit. You leave any juice out long enough it will either mold or ferment. Keep trying until you get a base and gather some of the glass containers from the lab to finish. It's simplistic and I do not think it would pass any vintner's muster, but... Long ago, making your own was the common option."

He swept his wet hair back and reached for the two towels he had brought, handing one to Klaus.