“I thought as much.”
Ralwyndr offered that awful remedy to him.
“Helps the pain, my friend.”
Corsair stared at the concoction with a look of disdain.
“I guess,” he conceded.
Corsair eased the flask out of his hand and tipped the contents back into his mouth, bracing for discomfort. That crude sludge greeted him again and he grimaced, forcing it down and passing the flask back to Ralwyndr.
“Eugh,” he spat. “God, that’s still awful.”
Eugh“I don’t disagree,” Ralwyndr said. “I do hope that you’re not planning on leaving.”
“Huh?”
Ralwyndr pointed to his clothes.
Corsair sighed. “At first, yes. I think I had the good judgement to hold myself back for once.”
“Smart. It’s good to see my first expression of you was true.”
“Impression. First impression, not expression.”
“That, yes. Worr
