Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 8]

This time I had the presence of mind to hide my attention in taking a long drink, saving myself a dagger in the side. I coughed a second later, spluttering on the wine. "W-What is this!?"

"Magnis Red," Roux laughed, having overheard and apparently finding my choking to be the height of hilarity. "Brewed here from a spring that comes from the mountain and provides a continuous source of fresh water to the fortress. I've had some of the finest Alchemists in the land come and convert it into wine capable of knocking a man off his feet." He saluted with his own flagon and took a long gulp. "Enjoy!"

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It was strong, unbelievably so, but a little easier to manage when sipped.

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Either way, the meal slowly wound down as the sun outside the tall windows began to set. I'd had two flagons of wine in total and felt a pleasant buzz, while Blake had one less and already looked a little tired.

—Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 8]