[@cloudystar][@xChrome][@Rune_Alchemist]

[color=ed145b]"P-poison?!"[/color]  Claudia gasped clasping a hand over her chest, her pupils dilating to the size of a pin's head.  [color=ed145b]"By the gods, good sir, you must be a lunatic to think I would ingest such vile concoctions as a show of good faith!"[/color]  Strongly she protested, but from what she had seen of the man Quintin, he was not one to do things unless they had proper meaning.  Shuddering a little, she carefully took one of the small glasses, her hand shivering so much it was hard to take hold of it.

She froze, staring down into the clear liquid.  It had no color, no smell.  For all she knew he could be bluffing and it was just plain mineral water, but alas, Quinton didn't seem to be the kind to bluff, and if he was...well...Clsudia would just have to call it.  [color=ed145b]"Very well..."[/color]  Claudia sighed, a sickly tinge in her stomach.  [color=ed145b]"If we are to drink to show our trust, then...I-I suppose I will go first."[/color]

She shivered, hesitating at first.  She never thought poisoned alcohol would be the death over.  Suddenly, she took a deep breath...

...and threw back the shot with an audible gulp.