Yes, you want

You know it’s risky but you can’t help but smile at this chance. You look around for a moment and soon you find an empty bottle where you can fill the bloodlust-booze. It would be not wise to take the original bottle with you. Quickly you run back tot he throne room where the dark witch is waiting for you.

„Took you long enough,“ the witch says cold and holds her cup in front of you, „do you wait fo nan invitation? Fill my glass, noble ****!“

You do as told and fill her cup wih the green booze. Secretly you hope that she doesn‘t want you to drink on it first it would be tough to keep a relaxed face then. And if the witch smells on her cup first, she would notice that there is no enjoyable whine in it.

„Oh, it’s green“ Keylara says amused, „what is this? Woodruff liqueur?“

Without waiting for an answer the witch takes a big sip oft he orcish ****. Immediately she spits it out, which draws the attention oft he whole room. Her face showls a look of pure disgst and she holds her throat.

„Bloody hell, what’s this shit,“ Keylara asks disgusted and spits on the ground, „what have you given me? Did something died in this bottle?“

„That’s bloodlust-booze,“ Zarraz says after smelling on the bottle and glares at you angry, „a special booze from my people. Humans can not drink it withour a healer nearby. This little rat tried to poison you, mistress. Which ist the most the most cowardly way to kill an enemy.“

„You dirty little fucker,“ Keylara growls and snaps her fingers.

Soon you find yourself crying on the ground with pain flooding your body while the collar punishes you. The woman around you shout insults at you and a few throw half empty clay cups with their whine at you. A few just laugh but there are some that want you even more punished. However the disgusted face of Keylara, which is still on her, was worth it. The slaves around you seem tob e grateful too.

„Here, drink this!“ Keylara commands angry and nearly throws the bottle at Zarraz, „you are the only one here who can survive this disgusting booze. I have to get rid of this terrible taste. Soldiers, bring this worm to his cell and beat the shit out of him! If he isn’t obedient until tomorrow, you will pay for it.“