"Excuse me brother," Alkea said with a slight sauciness in her voice, "they will more likely have Tarisian ale. If you remember, that stuff is extremely potent. They'll be passed out after three drinks."
Alkea didn't know why but she was thoroughly annoyed with the bloodthirsty soldier. She took a glance at Demo and she calmed down. He understood her pain and she thought that maybe with his help, she could let go.