Ashar thought for a moment. “My favorite drink…” She walked out of the house and onto the patio where a guard was waiting. She spoke to him for a moment and after some argument he left. While she waited for the guard to return she spoke with the other one in a rather cold tone as if trying to sound more experienced and older than she really was and bugging him about his attitude towards the outsider. This argument was rather one sided as the princess attacked the guard and he simply answered formally and with short sentences.

Finally the guard came back and with a single word of appreciation to the guard she took the jug from him and went back inside. Proudly she presented the clay jug and placed a cup in front of him, pouring him some of the liquid. “This is some alcohol that we make here from the berries in the area. Please tell me what you think.”