" I don't drink before combat... Not much at least " - Álmos refuses the bottle with his head - " Y'know, martiality and all that. Also, I'm the one in charge of you all not dying here " Prytania jumped instantly, with her eyes shining - " I'll do the sacrifice! I'm in the council for the good and the bad, right? " - Álmos took the bottle away from Tania - " You had enough wine for a whole company at the party, remember? Eh, of course you don't... " (" Lets see, who wouldn't really be missed around here... ") - "We could give it to the elf-... " -Álmos ponders if he'd rather have a drunk Zordlon or a sober one for a few seconds, before shaking his head - " Nevermind, any voluntaries? "