Abrial scowled at Niklas, smelling the sweet smell of plum wine that wafted from the bottle.
"Aren't you supposed to be a cool and mighty leader or something? You even get this drunk the night before a raid? That's just plain irresponsible."
Niklas boomed with a deep laugh, pushing the bottle's mouth towards her.
"Everyone needs to relax before a mission! And — " his face suddenly became serious, some soberness returning to it " — you have no idea how hard it was to convince Leader Bi Gho to enchant this wine to have no lasting effects! Don't waste my hard work, Warrior Abrial!"
Abrial was about to snatch the wine bottle away from him just to get it out of her face, but before she could, someone else swiped it from beneath her nose.
Finley's face was expressionless, but her fingers clutched the bottle so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
