Emsay held up a hand and snapped his fingers twice. The little action didn’t seems to do anything at first as he pried off the very soft black gloves and slipped them away. He grinned slyly as he addressed Valen “Oh yes, of course, I must have forgotten.” He knew he did it again. He often did it just to bother her. It was a thing they would go back
 for forth with. A staff member approached the group from Emsay’s earlier call with a tray. On the tray were a few glasses and a crystal decanter filled with a dark amber fluid. Emsay took a glass and allowed it to be filled before holding it out to Murphy and returning to the tray for his own “Do know that that is not normal whiskey. It is a home
brew and it has certain properties. You may feel a bit odd after drinking it. It can link the minds of everyone here who drinks it.”