He'd heard of elvenblossom wine. It was known for its stultifying bouquet of fruit blossoms and the battle-axe power of its alcohol content. Only those of elven blood could stomach the sweet stuff, he'd heard, and it was the alcoholic equivalent of being kicked in the head by a centaur.
Mark AnthonyFlint", said Tanis gravely."I know you'll be terribly disappointed. But you've only got a cold. You're not dying.
Mark AnthonyWell, perhaps he's not my best friend, but I don't think he hates me anymore.
Mary L. KirchoffTags: best-friend flint tasslehoff
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