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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.

Kain can only smirk more in amusement, as he now looks approvingly at the bottle. Sure, it had been a bit of a shock when it first happened, but now he's calmed down and... he's rather amused that he has such a thing in his possession.

"I'd definitely call this an acquired taste. But then again, I've always liked my food well down or even burnt." What can he say, he's a dragon at heart. "I'll definitely have to keep it around on hand, ready to use when the best time for it comes. It'll be destructive and throw them off guard." And considering it only takes a small swig to get the desired effect? He'll be able to get a lot of use out of this, for a long time to come. "I do wonder as to how it's made... and whether it's so unique as to be one of a kind..."