Arran took a small sip of the glass of red liquid, and found that it was indeed wine. And cheap wine, at that, with a sour taste that made the corners of his mouth turn down in disgust.
The captain had a similar reaction. He made an ugly face as he tasted the liquid, then said, "I know the church considers frugality a virtue, but this seems excessive."
The priest gave him a flat look, clearly unamused. "You have been granted an invaluable gift. Do not disparage it."
Arran frowned as he looked at the glass in his hand. He could Sense nothing in the liquid it held, but the priest certainly seemed convinced of its potency.
He suppressed a sigh, then brought the glass to his lips once more and drained its contents in a single large gulp, restraining himself from gagging at the foul taste.
