Hunter wasn't touching the ale or any other form of drink at all, as a mage, he was forbidden from touching any form of alcohol incase of drunkenly summoning a demon or a spirit which could possess anyone and wreak havoc upon the tavern and the rest of the city.
He sat in silence and listened to the banter of his companions, Gwenvale was still sipping her way through her first drink while Glorerl was already half way down his fifteenth, leaning in a little closer so that only the dwarf could hear him, Hunter muttered
"Don't you think you should take it a little easy with the drink, we don't want you getting drunk and causing a panic like last time, if you remember rightly, I still think we cannot return to that inn which is a shame, they did such wonderful food there"
Hunter sat back up straight and decided to light up his pipe, taking it out from under his robe and putting in some pipe tobacco, he took a long pull on it as he lit it with a click of his fingers. Exhaling slowly, he took off into deep thought, drowning out the sounds of the rest of the tavern.