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Amira’s eyes widened as she looked at all the meat on it. It better not go to waste. The group of lads sat around the fire, toasting to their win with the finest ale from their waterskins and some whiskey from the small flask hidden in Baltir’s coat pocket. “This is nice. It’s been a while since we’ve relaxed like this,” Tolvar spoke quietly. He was tall, lanky and a little awkward at times, but it seemed the alcohol loosened his lips. The guy was average with slightly rosy cheeks from the ale, hay-coloured hair pulled back into a small queue with a cord, and light blue eyes.

“Want to try the local white wine? It’s from Wachau—really good.” Anna was about to nod when the young master cut in, “You’d better not drink while you’re on Chinese medicine.” “Oh, right.” Anna pouted slightly. “Then I’ll just have a glass of champagne bubble tea—this one doesn’t have alcohol, right?” Hearing the young master’s concern, Seraphina snuck a glance at Kendrick. She saw the great Kendrick’s face twist slightly in displeasure as he took a sip of his lemon water. Seraphina suspected his lemon water must be especially sour.