“Would you like a drink while we wait for the formal address to begin?” My mouth was dry with nerves, but before I could even answer, he was turning to a member of staff standing silently at the side of the room. “Some tilik-steeped water for our Moric,” he barked, then turned back to me with a simpering smile. “I know it is the kind you favour, Moric.”
please dont be poisoned (edit: not exactly)
