Re: Bar - Stiles/Emrys
"Emrys?" Stiles asked raising an eyebrow at the other slave as he took a sip of his whiskey. He felt the warmth and burn of the liquid all the way down his throat and into his stomach. His dad would have definitely approved of the whiskey.
"Are you Mir's Emrys?" Stiles asked wondering how many slaves could be named Emrys.