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Lucian looked at the cask and wetted his lips against it. His heart beating with a fierce rapport in anticipation. All of the drinks he had up till now were those of mortal creations. Ones that Lucian himself could seek out and acquire through mere mortal means. Now the Fay were bringing out drink that came from their place in the world. Areas where they either slept underneath the earth or lives within the blessed works of Athel Loren.
It was dangerous, that was said so many times in the back of his mind. If one was to partake in the rituals of the fay their lives will be flipped completely in whatever whim the creatures have. Yet it is also known that the Fay do not lie but occasionally speak in riddle, yet Lucian found not a single riddle in the words of the Dwarf.
He had been so straightforward that it came across as blunt. His respect for Lucian was written across his face as he awaited Lucian’s answer.
“Pour it, Adok.” Lucian said as he reached over and gripped the cup.
The Dwarf grew a smile as he poured the contents upon the glass and filled it up to the brim. Then he himself filled the other golden glass to the brim. In doing so Lucian paid witness to the letters that were upon the cups slowly glowing with mystical wonder.
These were not normal cups.
Picking up the cup Lucian looked to see that the drink within was somewhat gray. He had seen white wine which was slightly yellow and even blueberry wine which had a surprisingly pinkish tint to it unlike the deep red of grape. Never had the mortal man paid witness to something so odd as a wine that was grey.
He did not dare to ask a question of it though and instead reached forward with the cup in hand. There Adok was holding the drink in hand waiting for the first toast. The two ornamental containters clang with the sound of hard metal as Lucian quickly down the contents.
Quickly he was slammed with the effects of the wicked concoction that was Dwarven Wine. He felt all the material within it both alcohol and dregs of whatever the Dwarfs used to create this drink filled Lucian’s stomach with such a wonder that he felt to gag. He pushed it back though and forced back the convolution that was to come. Quickly after he felt the alcohol slam as its burning track landed into his stomach and caused his entire body to warm with the hearthfires of the Karak Ankor!
Never had a Bretonnian Peasant like him drank such a powerful alcohol within his life. Yet he slammed the drink on the table and focused upon Adok who was smiling.
“Next drink.” The dwarf said as a smile of admiration was drawn across his features. Lucian knew, beyond doubt, that if anyone other than his drank this they would have fallen to the ground. This the Dwarf knew and had gained an admiration far greater than before.
