You drink

You lift the fresh mug of honeyed wine they brought you and take a long sip. It tastes the same as the last one. Sweet, with the pleasant after-taste of runiper berry. After a few more minutes of conversation, you find your eyelids drooping at times. Feeling heavy. And your warms and legs feel weak and sluggish. Twice as heavy as before.

The mug wobbles in your hands before you manage to set it down.

A deep tiredness sinks into your bones. Your head droops forward. Darkness creeps in at the edge of your vision. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing but empty words and breath comes out.

“Easy there,” he says. “You don’t look so good.”

Your head is spinning. Your legs feel like they’re made of dough. You try to stand but sway, and catch yourself on the table.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll help you out.”

Two of the travellers quickly move to your sides. A broad-shouldered one wraps a strong arm around your waist while a wiry one hooks your arm over his shoulder. They half-carry, half-drag you a few paces, seemingly intent on taking you somewhere.

You try to protest, but only a weak mumble comes out.

“Shh, we’ve got you,” the leader murmurs, walking ahead and holding the door open. “Fresh air will do you good.”