Chapter 563: A Student Of Magic
Stryg stared disconcertedly at the decanter in his hand. The bright amber liquid sloshed around inside the glass, taunting him with a good time that would forever be out of his grasp. “Are you sure I can’t get drunk?”
“Alcohol is a poison and a weak one at that. Your body will have rendered it useless in a matter of seconds.” Melantha took a swig of her ale, “You can still enjoy the taste though.”
“Who drinks for the taste?” Stryg grumbled.
Melantha stared at him with a sympathetic wry smile. “Those who have forgotten what it tastes like.”
He raised the decanter, the firelight refracting through the glass. “I find it hard to believe I’ll ever forget the taste of Dragonbreath.”
“I imagine there are many things you'll find hard to believe, you’re still very young.”
“So people keep telling me.”
Tauri furrowed her brow but said nothing.
Stryg noticed. “What is it? You’ve been quiet the last few minutes.”