As expected shortly after he woke, Lillian appeared in his room carrying a mug of the dark green slush that she called tea. Bren quickly downed the green liquid trying his best to let as little of it as possible touch his tongue. Even with his best efforts, the taste filled his mouth and made him work not to gag. After a few seconds, his stomach settled and his head begun to clear but the taste persisted. “Why does it have to taste so bad?” Bren asked, handing the mug back to Lillian. “Because I want it to,” She said with an evil smile. “You’re telling me that you could make it taste better?” Bren said, looking up at the elf surprised. “I could easily make it taste better my lord, but if I did that, then you, like every other fool would drink themselves to death every night,” She said, turning toward the door. “There has to be some price paid for such behavior.”
