> > *Winter, may I have a draught of my usual
> libation?*
> > asked the
> > Ravenlord. *I feel that you will find it to be
> the
> > last ... I
> > don't want you to order more ... I feel there will
> > be no
> > need ...* He paused, then added *Also, may I tell
> > you something?*
>
I nodded my head slowly and opened a small, wooden
cabinet sitting atop the backbar. Inside the
cabinet
was a ruby decanter.

"The last, you say? Then allow me to serve it in
a different 'glass'," I said quietly to the
Ravenlord.
He usually drank this wine from a goblet crafted
from
a lily, since it required a living vessel. For this
special occasion, however...a black orchid.

I handed the drink to the Ravenlord. "Of course you
may
tell me something. You have my full attention."


W.