Garion walked up to the guards again, calm and relaxed, like he owned the place.
He raised the bottle slightly and smiled. "You already know what I want."
The two demons glanced at each other, then at the bottle.
One of them snorted. "You're confident."
Garion handed it over without another word.
The first demon uncorked it and took a careful sip.
His eyes widened.
"…What the hell."
The second demon frowned, annoyed. "What."
"Drink," the first one said, shoving the bottle over.
The second demon took a mouthful.
He froze for a moment, then slowly swallowed.
"…This," he said quietly, "is amazing."
Garion cleared his throat. "Ahem."
Both demons snapped back to attention.
They exchanged a look, then stepped aside at the same time.
One of them reached out and pushed the door open.
"Go," the first demon said. "And don't waste it."
Garion walked through without hesitation.
Dahlia followed, then Arden, Dion, and Eliza.
