[center][h3]The Drowned Dragon's Inn[/h3][/center]
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The old colonel seemed to change his expression, from a cheerful to more somber. The look in his eyes suggested a kind of defeat, yet there was no major battle anywhere in the last several years. Still, his expression changed back as to respond,

[i]"Retired huh? You two look awfully young to be retiring but... I guess that's smart. Lifelong service ain't what it used to be"[/i], he sighed.

[i]"Alright. Keep! Strongest thing you got"[/i], after a moment, the girl tending the counter pulled something out from a cabinet in the back. Out came a rather curious bottle, with a dragon-like design, glass wings wreathed around the body, and a dragon neck and head to serve for the neck of the bottle, with a cork at the very top.

[i]"Not our oldest of these bottles, but this is the Dragon's Breath. The brew predates Raelin establishment, a unique kind of wine that used fireberries, which are ordinarily consumed for resistance to flame. The way it's brewed reverses that. I hear alchemists love to cite this wine as a great example of reverse engineering chemicals"[/i], she explains. Placing it on the table she filled two shot glasses of it and slid it over to the two.

[i]"In case you start burning we have a bunch of herbs tucked away for first aid, or in case. They don't call it Dragon's Breath for nothing"[/i], she smiled. It was clear she was looking forward to what would happen.