Tigerlilies Bond (+1 Wit)

You order a Tigerlilies Bond and the barstaff nods, reaching over to a long thin bottle hanging from the ceiling.

On the label is a rough artistic representation of a lily, painted on like watercolours, the liquid within transparent. She pours the liquid into a tall thin shot glass, sliding it over to you.

"Eight Sende" She murmurs, looking around the room at the other guests.

You find you have the appropriate coins in your pocket, this form nicely stocked with some money, and you slide the white disks to the woman.

Upon trying the drink you find it tastes very floral, with a kick like a stallion, your neck burning, but you definitely feel clearer in the head.