"The point," he says, primly, "is not to be good; it is to be intoxicating. Do you think the Chasind sit around, debating the finer tasting notes of their mead? They want to forget how cold it is where they live."
Finally, he takes the joint, flicks a bit of ash off the end, and then inhales.
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Finally, he takes the joint, flicks a bit of ash off the end, and then inhales.