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WHO: Kain and OPEN
WHAT: Kain gets some very interesting whiskey to try out
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Gallows dining area
NOTES: Firebreathing!!

It's one of those chilly nights that's better spent inside. Kain has been more or less stuck in the area since getting snowed in. Conditions around the city are improving, but it's still not great to return to the mountains. So, of course, it's time to bust out the strong drinks.

He's brought a few drinks of his own along this evening, including one that he'd picked up at some point during the travels to Nevarra. Labeled Dragongut alongside a drawing of a dragon, it was mysterious when he bought it, and it's just as peculiar now. Apparently it's some sort of whiskey though. He's got to admit, he's interested. So, he pours himself some, drinking it straight without mixing anything else in.

"Ah, that's... strong. Strong, but good..." He suddenly makes a face, eyes widening as he's hit with a weird indigestion sensation. There's no use holding it back for long. He gets up abruptly and backs away, opening his mouth wide as an impressive burst of flames very suddenly blasts out. The whole display only lasts a couple of moments at most, and fortunately doesn't catch anything... but it's definitely not an everyday sight in the gallows at dinner.

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After a long day of coping with the weather by researching and planning for when it eases up, Inessa finally listens to Garahel and brings them both to the dining area. She spots Kain and smiles, but even he's not enough to divert her quest for tea and toast. Garahel, on the other hand, is quite happy to let his mistress gather their food while he heads over to seek affection from the other Warden. Or he would, but Kain suddenly spews fire and that's not a normal event at all. Barking in alarm, he alerts Inessa, who glances over quickly, in time to see it. She pauses, eyes widening, at the spectacle.

"Kain! Are you--what was that?!?"

Kain is standing in place, not daring to move a muscle lest that whole thing repeat itself all over again. He looks incredibly stunned, almost unable to process what he'd just experienced. At least nothing was destroyed, and no one was hurt. There was that much. He turns toward Inessa and shakes his head.

"I have..." He clears his throat. It feels ok, maybe a bit, well, unnaturally warm, but there doesn't seem to be actual lasting damage. It just feels sort of like the burning sensation of hard alcohol amplified. "...no idea. I certainly didn't expect that."

Picking up her tray, she heads over to Kain's table and sets it down, picking up the bottle that Kain acquired. She raises an eyebrow at the name. "Dragongut...well, that's certainly apt. You seem to have acquired enchanted whiskey. That's worth preserving for battle; few enemies would expect you to breath fire at them, after all."

Garahel perks up and barks at this idea, tail wagging.

“Did you enjoy that display, Garahel? Was I fierce and frightening enough?” Kain ponders that, definitely willing to entertain the notion of using it in a more practical sort of situation. He nods agreement after a moment, picking up the bottle and looking it over. “The merchant I purchased this from was rather shady, so I should have known something would go wrong… but I’d not seen anything like this before. I couldn’t help it.” He pauses. “I like this idea, though… just imagine, there could be legends about the firebreathing Warden, rumored to be part dragon…” What, he personally likes this notion!

Garahel barks happily, though Inessa rests a calming hand on his head. "Indoor voice, Garahel." She sets the bottle down, a smirk forming at Kain's imagination. "Yes, I'm certain that will boost our reputation. At the very least, be careful where you aim. I'll do my best to keep tonics handy, but even so it can be difficult to predict what will happen in the heat of battle."

"Good, Garahel approves. That's all the incentive I need to use it again." He puts a hand to his chin thoughtfully, pondering that whole idea. "It certainly felt less... controllable... than I'd like it to be. I would want to make certain only enemies were in my path. But on the other hand, it actually seems predictible enough. Drink, one blast, and done. It has an aftertaste I can only describe as 'charred'... but no ill effects otherwise." There are certainly more ridiculous battle tactics out there, anyway.

Inessa looks him over, raising an eyebrow. "'Charred'? That sounds...lovely. I'll leave that to you, that's not an experience I feel the need to share. But against our enemies, I'll eagerly bear witness." Why not, it's no stranger than putting bees in jars and throwing them at people.

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Minka sits nearby, though not really with Kain. She's minding her own business, eating her meal and shooting sneaky (or so she thinks) glances at everyone around her. It's ingrained in her to always be watching an area to see who might be up to something. The Carta may be a family, but it's a family that will step all over each other to reach the top, and you don't want to be at the very bottom, because those are the ones to get cut like purse strings. Minka was pretty far down there, however, so it's no wonder she assumes everyone's out to get her.

She does take note of when Kain hastily gets up and her hackles rise. Is someone coming to fight him? Kill him? She better not be in the way of that. But when the flames shoot out of his mouth, Minka dives under the table with hardly a sound, lest he turn his head towards her and roast her alive. (He's actually too far away to do that, but she's not about to take the chance to find out.)

Only when she's sure it's all clear does she peek out from under the table, then crawls back out with a scowl.

"Are you trying to kill somebody? I was sitting right here!"

True, she might be well out of the danger zone, but that doesn’t stop Kain from feeling a moment of immense guilt. Not to mention, a concern that he did hurt someone or ruin something. But a quick glance and a lack of screams tells him that it’s safe. He lets out a long breath, relieved that no flames accompany it.

“My apologies for that, I… didn’t expect such a reaction at all.”

That’s what he gets for drinking a mysterious whiskey he bought from a shifty merchant. But to be fair, fire-breathing isn’t one of the reactions he expected to happen.

"You didn't? Are you sick or something? 'Cause if you are, I don't wanna catch that illness." Even as she speaks, she's edging away from him in case he's contagious. The last thing she needs is to set shit on fire just by opening her mouth.

Setting things randomly aflame isn't something Kain exactly wants to do regularly, either. Though it could certainly come in handy, in certain circumstances, he's all too eager to admit. It could be useful. Maybe. He runs his tongue around inside his mouth, just trying to probe for any burned spots. It feels surprisingly fine, though.

"I can assure you, I'm not contagious. In fact..." He picks up the bottle, holding it up so that its dragon-symbol can be clearly seen alongside the name. "I believe I have the cause of the problem narrowed down."

Minka blinks at the bottle, about to say (for the thousandth time it feels like since she arrived in Kirkwall) that she can't read, but then she sees the dragon and it gives her pause. Hold on; wait for it.

"What, the drink made you breathe fire? Like a dragon? What kind of messed up shit is that?"

While it may sound messed-up to some people, the whole thing sounds incredible to Kain, who nods and even has a hint of a little smile on his face for a moment, before returning to the usual serious demeanor.

"It seems to be a very temporary effect, at least... but an incredible one. Emulating dragons isn't such a bad thing, after all... they have such power and majesty..." He trails off, realizing he's going too far into that wistfulness, so he clears his throat and returns to somewhat normal. Again. "I wish I knew more about it, though. How it was made, and why..."

Boy, just when you think you've seen it all.

Carver's just finishing up his meal, knocking back the last of his drink when he looks up and sees a plume of fire coming out from someone's mouth. Carver nearly spits out his drink, coughing as the flames continue for a long moment. He's just about to look for a pail of water when it finally stops.

"Maker's bloody breath. What was that, man?"

Well. That was… something. Once the flames die down, Kain stands there frozen in shock, unsure if any sudden movement will set them off again, or make his stomach explode, or what. Fortunately, none of these things happen. His throat sure does burn quite a bit, but he can deal with that for now. He looks over toward Carver and shakes his head.

“Ever hear of something called Dragongut Whiskey? Well, now you have, and now we’ve both found out its main effect.”

An apt name, if nothing else. Most liquors just pick a name because it sounds tough or sophisticated. But here seems to be one that simply just lives up to its name. "No, but I do now." And he's gonna make a mental note to avoid it. "Where'd you find it?"

Kain picks up the bottle to look it over, but he's done so before. There really isn't much else to distinguish the label, except that he has the suspicion that it's very much a one of a kind item. He's never seen such a thing before, anyway.

"I picked it up during that trip to Nevarra. I've always found it worth collecting a liquor here and there whenever we're abroad... but this one is apparently far more unique than I'd have imagined." He pauses. "The merchant I got it from did seem rather... shady."

"And yet you bought it anyway." Come on now, never buy alcohol from the suspicious folk, Kain. Carver shakes his head. And especially not from the necromancing lot up in Nevarra, of all places. "It must be enchanted or something. I hope you didn't pay too much for it."

You'd think he would know better, and yet... it had a dragon on it, how could he resist? He's admittedly not the best with judgment when it comes to some things. Like this.

"Yes... I thought it rare and mysterious enough that I had to try it. Perhaps that was a bad idea... or a good one, considering that it doesn't seem to have any ill effects." He holds it up, looking thoughtfully at the bottle. "Now that I know what it does, it may even be worth springing its surprise on others at opportune moments... hm."

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Elros enjoys taverns - they're good places to people watch, to feel the mood of a populace and listen to rumors, and to enjoy a game of cards or dice.

He's never seen anyone actually breathe fire before.

"Whoa! Are you alright?"

Once those burning flames fizzle out, Kain looks around in shock. Ok, so he managed to get out of range enough to not damage anything, or worse, anyone. But that was definitely beyond surprising. He coughs, feeling a definite burning sensation in his throat, but it’s not… too bad. It’s basically just a very intense alcohol-burning sensation.

He glances over and finally manages to nod, slowly in case motion makes the fire blaze up again. “I seem to be fine… and everything else around me is in one piece. That’s… better than I might have expected.”

Elros whistles softly as he wanders carefully closer, examining the surprisingly minimal damange.

"That's well. I take it it's not something you normally do then!"

"I only wish it were something I could normally do. Imagine how that would work in battle!" Kain can't help but go straight in that direction with it, considering the way he might unleash fiery destruction upon his enemies, much like a dragon. But, well, he's still reeling from the astonishment of it all right now.

He holds up the whiskey bottle. "It happened after I had a sip of this."

"It would certainly be useful!"

Elros agrees, and eyes the bottle curiously.

"You hear people talking about the burn of whisky, but I never thought to take it literally! I wonder if that happens with every mouthful?"

It certainly would be, Kain thinks as he eyes the bottle closely for anything he might have missed before. It looks so unassuming... though maybe a bit mysterious, since there's little indication of who made it or where.

"Now that's a good question. I'm willing to test it out again, just to verify... Though perhaps it's better taken outside this time." He'd been lucky to have backed up enough not to have anything in his path this time, be he won't count on being so lucky again.