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A loud cheer rang from the crowd and the drinks were carried out on the shoulders of many servants. The barrels of wine were carefully rolled out and set upright where their tops were opened. Mugs were dipped into the kegs and barrels, and passed out to the revelers who occupied the camp.
"Is it not customary for the son to fetch the drink?" Tillit asked Alzalam as he was handed a mug.
Alzalam sighed and shook his head. "Alas, but my young son cannot perform his duties. He is afflicted with the Rash."
"The what?" I spoke up.
"He is allergic to the desert berries, and any contact in any form will cause him to develop rashes on his skin," Xander explained to me.
Alzalam nodded. "Yes, but do not take his absence as an insult. He will return when the drink is gone, so I ask that
