The Nightingale Cordial

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The 18th of Sun's Smile, 1562

 

It's evening in Ebonglade. Two mali'ker kneel in the home of the Hierarch, Jayce Vulkan. One of them is Jayce himself; the other, his granddaughter, Maylra. Between them, a flickering red torch. Together, they partake in Maylra's strange ritual.

 

"You are a strange child," Jayce comments as Maylra anoints herself with a thumb wet with Nightingale Cordial, pressing the thumb into the tip of her nose and running it down to the top of her upper lip. The smell makes the young woman squirm in delight; she loves the stuff.

 

Next, she beckons her grandad closer to do the same. He stiffens just a bit, brow creased at just how weird this ritual of hers is, but he lets her do it anyway - to his benefit, as well. The stuff smells amazing, and having it right below his nose is even better.

 

"Now we drink. Just enough to make your entire tongue tingle."

The first drink respectfully goes to the elder. Jayce takes a generous gulp, then passes the decanter to Maylra, who has significantly less. Though she doesn't say anything, she doesn't appreciate that.

 

Afterwards, Jayce expresses his exhaustion in the form of a yawn. Maylra offers to take her leave, and does so, taking her booze with her. 

 

So occurs Maylra'Parir Ibar'ker's strange booze ritual.

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Meanwhile a half dark elf waits to be annointed

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