“Ashael, this is Ian. A bag of jewels is yours if you come to me at once.” With that unusual toast, Ian downed his shot and waved for a new one, which his very attentive waitress handed him. Then he repeated the toast and drank again. Not a toast, then. An alcohol-based summoning ritual. Ashael was either very powerful to hear Ian’s call with such a weak conduit, or he was so attuned to booze that he should get an AA sponsor immediately.
