Herion hesitated for only a second. He remembered his father's advice that asked him to drink mindfully, because not only women but men also needed to protect themselves.
He took a sip.
The liquid burned his throat. His face twisted, but he forced himself not to cough. He took another, bigger swallow.
Heat spread through his chest.
He moved deeper into the tent, watching the auction.
A caged beast was dragged onto the stage. A glowing dagger.
A strange crystal.
When bids started rising, Herion surprised even himself. He lifted his hand and spoke firmly, his voice steady. He bought a small enchanted dagger, a leather pouch that resisted fire, and a strange metal bracer that looked ordinary but hummed faintly. Coins exchanged hands quickly. The auctioneer nodded with respect at the confidence in his tone.
Another cup appeared in his hand. Then another.
