"Hmm, perhaps." She smiled pleasantly. "You caught him the morning after the feast didn't you? Uncle Sandro had brought a gift of raki, I'm afraid. Both my brothers generally look rather like sewer rats after a night out with him."
She took another sip of the liquor and noted Lyanora's empty hands. "I'm being a very bad hostess, I see. Would you care for something to drink? There's wine, hippocras, or you're welcome to try some Shade of the Evening. It's a lovely creation of the Qartheen. I assure you the tales of hallucinations are quite exaggerated." Mostly.