Dalinar waved for the man to open his canteen, then sniffed for alcohol. “It’s clean this time?” “Absolutely! You chastised me last time. Water only.” “And so you keep the alcohol…” “In my flask, sir,” Rial said. “Right leg pocket of my uniform. Don’t worry though. It’s buttoned up tight, and I’ve completely forgotten it’s there. I’ll discover it when duty is done.” “I’m sure.”
