Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-11457306-20140317233055

Goldflame33 wrote: Galadir, about to take a swig of the drink, hesitated. He leaned over and asked Anneken, "Is this wine, or some sort of flying lizard blood concoction? I just want to be sure." (Wut?  I don't remember Anneken pouring him a drink.)

Anneken took the mug from him and sniffed it. "Smells like wine to me.  The only way I would trick you into drinking something, Galadir, is if you needed it for your health and you were refusing to drink it.  Emery would have gone on until he collapsed--and he needed to rest."

(We're leaving from Galveston.  That's the usual debarkation point for Texans unless the ship doesn't leave from there.)