He gulped the warm, flat ale remaining in the bottom.

Taking a long drink of warm ale, he settled back against the wagon wheel.

Cerryl shrugged, then took another sip of the warm ale.

My aunt's tears of pleasure were positively trickling down into the warm ale.

Yersol set the mug of warm ale on the worktable between them.

He takes a sip of the warm ale, carefully.

Even so he drained the last of the warm ale, and still talked until his throat was dry.

He didn't taste the food as he swallowed it down with a mug of warm ale.

In all likelihood there would be good conversation about this, later, over warm ale.

Naitachal drank his warm ale and tried to look composed.