Chapter Four: The RoadThe fire danced high into the night sky, sparks floating into the dark. The full white moon watched serenely as the ale flowed freely from bottle and cask. Tariqa took the bottle from the dwarf next to her and sniffed it.
“If this kills me Margog, then my people will avenge my death and suffering,” she said with a flash of venom in her eyes.
“You don't have to drink it Clan Dragon,” he said in his gruff way without a single indication of concern. “If you're scared.”
“Scared?” spat Tariqa with a contemptuous laugh. “I was just questioning the purity of your brewing.” Margog's eyes narrowed and his hand twitched to his knife. Tariqa ignored him and took a large draught from the bottle before passing it on to the person on her other side.
Across the fire, Errg had co
