She gestured at the bottle and it lifted, filling the first two mugs, but Theiorn shook his head and filled his own mug with Yabarah. It was called "the blood wine" for good reason, and the smell was heady as his bug lifted and rotated slightly in the air as a tongue of witch-flame heated it.

"Maddness?" she asked, alert suddenly, her attention sharp as the edge of a knife's blade.