Trading relations with new partners.

A week after the return of the two rabbit-girls, a small trade caravan arrived on the territory of The Warren.

They were guests from the Meram settlement.

Thanks to the positive information from Sage and Aurora, these persons were allowed inside without hindrance.

The leader of the caravan was an old acquaintance...

Neville.

The same man who took Sage and Aurora's weapons for temporary storage.

At the trading area, the meramians merchants, having paid the established fee, occupied one of the empty premises.

With the approval of the local authorities, they organized something like a pub. The main goods they sold were homemade alcoholic drinks made from some kind of mushroom infusion, and food.

When Sage was once again walking through the trading area in the evening, she noticed a new pub and went inside.

She recognized Neville almost immediately.

Now he is dressed in a shabby dark gray jacket, a worn shirt and jeans. He has a holster with some kind of weapon on his belt (however, the holster is almost invisible; he is clearly trying not to draw attention to the fact that he is armed).

This short man with a wrinkled face and a couple of healed scars on his completely bald head, grinned slightly, stroking his gray beard. His gray eyes were fixed on Sage. And there was something strange in this look...

Sage slightly shuddered as she entered the room and sat down on a stool near the bar.

She said nervously: "I did not expect to see you here..."

Neville chuckled contentedly and said: "The will of the Prince of This World is unpredictable and all-pervasive... You will have many more surprises!"

Sage looks at him in confusion and says impatiently: "Okay... Enough chatter... I came here to drink!"

The glass fills with liquid...

The taste of this ****... seems somehow familiar to Sage.

Unusual bitter-sweet taste.

Warmth and a slight burning sensation in the throat.

Soon new visitors enter this pub. Many of them are friends of Sage.

A friendly meeting quickly develops into a massive drunken party.

Drunken shouts.

Laughter.

Dancing.

Gambling.

And even a couple of drunken fights (Neville and his assistants quickly calmed these guys down).

Sage drinks a lot and feels very drunk.

After a couple of hours, each of the dozen partygoers feels that the last remnants of moral norms and restrictions dictated by a sense of decency have been broken.

It's already late: most of the locals have long been asleep.

But inside this pub, the drunken party turns into something more...

This strange **** affects the mind and body with unusual power...