[The man also sounds much like a necromancer, who tend to dominate the academic world, but he does not dare to assume. Indeed, assumptions have been thoroughly shocked out of him altogether, at least for the time being. He nods once at the explanation given, still eyeing the beverage.]
It is...potent. [He picks it up once more, staring into it as if it may provide further insight that way.] I have had worse.
[Though nothing ever so...energetic in his mouth, the buzzing of bubbles on his tongue faintly disconcerting. Still, it is not so foul as his still-sharp memory of leek wine, a thin and reeking brew that he half-suspected was at times sweetened with astringent paint cleanser.
But it is beer. He sips it again, and finds it no more palatable.]
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It is...potent. [He picks it up once more, staring into it as if it may provide further insight that way.] I have had worse.
[Though nothing ever so...energetic in his mouth, the buzzing of bubbles on his tongue faintly disconcerting. Still, it is not so foul as his still-sharp memory of leek wine, a thin and reeking brew that he half-suspected was at times sweetened with astringent paint cleanser.
But it is beer. He sips it again, and finds it no more palatable.]
My name is Ortus Nigenad. May I ask yours?