"Drow Cannard?" Tolan repeated, setting down the coffer to accept the tankard graciously. He recognized the offer as the same gesture he had extended when the negotiators had arrived in Yarfell. "I have never had the privilege of sampling such a cordial. Thank you for offering me the chance to experience it." Lifting the tankard, he toasted, "To the success of our alliance," and drank.
A million tiny stars exploded in Tolan's vision. Yaaaaah! My eyeballs are melting! By the Lady of the Moons, what's IN this?!?! There has to be steam coming out of my nose! How in the name of the Realm can the Drow drink this?! Air... please... I... can't... breathe...
Not knowing what else to do, Tolan swallowed the Cannard hastily. "Quite excellent," he said stoically. "A rather potent beverage, and most unusual. I thank you." Offering Sterling the tankard back, he continued, "If we might get to business?" Opening his leather messenger's bag, he drew out the fine piece of parchment that contained the Shadow Rider's commission. "By the hand of the Princess, here is the edict commissioning you to combat Venger on Yarfell's behalf. In addition, here is the advance pay you requested." He grinned slightly. "And hopefully Lord Dalor counted it correctly. If you would like to assure youself of that before we proceed?"
