"Tastes like water to me." Gar looked at the bottle in his hand with disappointed eyes, then drained it in a single swig and cast the empty bottle aside.
The captain shook his head in disapproval. "This is the finest wine the Imperium has to offer. Just one bottle can buy you a farm." He took a sip from his own bottle, then frowned. "Though it's more subtle than I would have expected."
They sat atop the wooden wagons they'd taken from the defeated Darians, some miles away from where the battle had taken place. And as the mercenaries around them feasted on the Darians' supplies, Arran could not help but frown in wonder at what they'd discovered.
He had expected to find simple supplies — food and drink for the troops, and whatever else a small army needed. Yet while the wagons held plenty of rations for the soldiers, they also carried large amounts of luxuries.
