Chapter Nine
Smell
“This place knows how to throw a party.” Thrasher walked over to where the battle lord stood near a large tree. “I just have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“What are we celebrating?”
snorted. “Our arrival was reason enough. But I"d like to think they"re trying to put a good luck whammy on the possibility of more treaties.”
Thrasher mused over the comment. “I hope you"re right.” He gave a glance at the contents of the mug the man held in his hand. “Is that beer?”
“It"s lemon .”
“? Never heard of such a thing. Any good?”
“It"ll knock you on your ass after two sips. Half a mug will throw you under the table.”
The doctor grinned. “And what happens after you finish a full mug?”
shrugged, keeping a straight face. “I have no memory of what I did afterwards.”
Thrasher laug
