“Bad experiences,” he simply said, not wanting to discuss that topic any further.
“Ah,” Haslush said, content with his answer. “That’s okay, you can order some fruit juice or something. Hell, I can even show you a spell I use when I’m on duty but don’t want to offend people by refusing an offered drink.”
Now that sounded useful! Zorian looked at Haslush and the man correctly interpreted that as permission to go on.
“It’s a neat little alteration spell that converts alcohol into sugar,” Haslush said, raising his right hand to show a plain metal ring on his middle finger. “I have it imprinted into this ring so I don’t have to visibly cast it—visibly casting a spell on your drink is often resented even more than outright refusing it, believe it or not. The moment I touch the glass the d
