"I'd offer you some Aldarian white if I could." She poured each of them a small glass of amber colored liquid. 

Lily sniffed it, then took a sip, almost immediately rocking back on her heels, her eyes watering. It had a taste like lamp oil - she'd tasted it once, long story - that someone had mixed some cinnamon into, and then somehow fermented. It was an experience she wasn't likely to forget any time soon. "What the hell -is- that?" She said, her voice hoarse.

"I have no idea what they call it. I like to call it a Vagrant Resurrection." Hopestone said with a grin. "A mouthful of it can just about raise a man from the dead."

"I can believe that." Lily rasped out, setting the glass back down on the bar. "Nine Hells."