"Not for long," Arialla admitted. She considered herself a Torcher now, but she'd only lived here a year -- not much to those who had been born and raised here. "I'm an Outlander."
Looking at the drink with some skepticism, Arialla thought about it. Wine, honey, and rum ... That didn't sound so bad, did it? Herbs and spices even sounded nice. She could probably handle that, and if not, well, she didn't have to drink the whole thing. As for the potency -- her thoughts mirrored Raza's: what was LongNight for, if not potency?
"I'll try it," Arialla decided.
please don't take my sunshine away
