9
The night was long and the drink flowed like small waterfalls into the gullets of many present at the camp. I myself watched with a mixture of fascination and disgust as barrel after barrel fell before the thirst of the the revelers, my own dragon lord among them.
Darda and I sat on a log at the edge of the fire light. Clasped in our hands were two untouched mugs of the fine wine. Before us danced many of the drunken celebrators, most of them very badly. They stumbled over their own feet and that of the others as they went around and around the bonfire. Xander and Spiros were a part of the bunch, and no less steady on their feet as the others.
Tillit plopped himself down on the log beside Darda. There was a mug in one hand and a smile on his face. His cheeks were flushed as he
