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Something flies and hits Enzeru in the side of the head, falling into his hands. It's the jug.
"You should've spoken up sooner. Be careful with that. I've got a couple centuries drinking experience under my belt. I lost my taste for the weaker, sweeter stuff a long time ago," boasts Draconis, "Hell, while it's out, I'll take another pull. The rest of you are more than welcome to it. [taking the bottle and lifting it to his lips] You know what they say; what doesn't kill you..."
glug
Draconis lets out a harsh hissing laugh and tosses the jug to Petra.
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