““Yes, of course, very well,” the barkeep sputtered. “My best bottle of Paelsian wine. Coming right up.” He disappeared into a back room, returning almost immediately with a dark green glass bottle roughly etched with the Paelsian symbol of a grapevine. As the barkeep uncorked it, Magnus spared a glance at Nic. “That’s forbidden.” Nic gestured toward the bottle. “Bad Prince of Blood. Very bad!” Magnus””
