“I’ll live, other than that, I kinda wish there was dhampir friendly aspirin on the market. I’d buy that in the butt-loads to keep my head straight.”
Gallen laughed and said, “You and many other immortals, considering the way our metabolism works. Picture this, a barkeeper and brewery owner who can’t even manage to get sauced! My stubborn ogre body regenerates itself too fast.”
Gallen informed me, and I huffed and murmured, “Ditto, my dhampir constitution.”
He nodded vigorously and said, “Hence why I don’t mind serving you even if you are like sixteen.”
I scoffed and winced as I turned my ale up in a larger gulp. The bitter hoppy taste was savory, and the rush of comfort came quickly, though I knew the buzz would be gone faster than it came.
“I’m eighteen, and there is no age limit o
