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Logan had been nodding along as the other man made assumptions similar to his own. He was caught off guard by the question regarding his drink, "What? This" He held up the stein, "Its mead." He swirled it with a flick of his wrist. "it's so heavily spices you can see the flecks of it at the bottom. I bet it's locally made." He held out the cup, "Wanna try? It's not as strong as some, but the taste is worth it."
He waited to see if the knight would take it. It was strangely intimate; the idea of sharing a drink like that. He had only ever done it with people he knew well; comrades and friends. With the drink vaguely buzzing in his veins, it just seemed plausible. It felt like a good idea.
He waited to see if the knight would take it. It was strangely intimate; the idea of sharing a drink like that. He had only ever done it with people he knew well; comrades and friends. With the drink vaguely buzzing in his veins, it just seemed plausible. It felt like a good idea.