"Hmph."
Master Irich knew this cunning Old Chen was trying to lighten the mood, but he didn't care. He was very confident in his ability to keep secrets, convinced that such petty tricks were useless against him!
What, just a sugar-coated cannonball?
Scoff, watch as this Priest eats away the sugar coating and hurls your malicious cannonball right back!
Thinking thus, Master Irich reached for the wine but didn't drink it immediately. Instead, like the finest wine connoisseur, he began by smelling it under his nose to assess the drink's quality from its aroma.
The fragrance derived from the grain made his mouth water, and he tipped back his head and downed the cup in one go.
Upon entry, the drink was smooth, cool, and free of any off-taste. At first, there was no special sensation, but as the liquid slid down his throat, the spicy flavor made the dwarf take a deep breath. Then the aftertaste made him squint with delight.
"Ha!"
