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Nariah's eyes shifted between the lad Jameson and the odd drink he presented to her.  [b]"Hrmm?"[/b]  She uttered confused.  Her metal hand gradped the cup firmly as she lifted it to her nose sniffing of it inquisitively.  Her brow furrowed.  It wasn't mead, but damn near close.  She could detect the sweet, earthy scent of the honey, as well as the robust, pungent punch of heavily fermented alcohol, but what was that other smell?  It was that same lingering scent that wafted about the room, coffee she believed someone called it.

[b]"Ye expect me to drink this, boy?"[/b]  Nariah's tone was gruff as she inquired with a stern look, suddenly belting out in a hearty laugh, [b]"Bah!  What the hell!  I could've bern drinking dragon piss for all I know!  Bottoms up!"[/b]  Nariah threw her head back, loudly she chugged down every drop before slamming the mug down with a satisfied look to her face, her cheeks a rosy red.

[b]"Ahhh..... by Aureim, boy, that's got to be the best drink I've ever had!"[/b]  She laughed jovially pushing her empty mug forward with a drunken smile, [b]"Another round, lad!  And two more for them pretty lasses over there!"[/b]  Nariah said motioning to the two women nearby, giving a sly wink to the horned one who was checking her out earlier.