‘What’s your poison, Warsword?’ Drue’s voice sounded. Talemir turned to find her holding several bottles. ‘How in the realms did you manage to find those?’ Drue gave him a secretive grin. ‘That’s for me to know,’ she said. ‘So, what’ll it be?’ Talemir took up a stool opposite her, unable to stop his own smile from spreading across his face. ‘I’ll take whatever you give me.’
