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... ting him with a good time that would forever be out of his grasp. “Are you sure I can’t get drunk?”
“Alcohol is a poison and a weak one at that. Your body will have rendered it useless in a matter of seconds.” Melantha took a swig of her ale, “You can still enjoy the taste though.”
“Who drinks for the taste?” Stryg grumbled.
Melantha stared at him with a sympathetic wry smile. “Those who have forgotten what it tastes like.”
He raised the decanter, the firelight re ...
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