By then, Keledu had already taken the seat of honor in the tent. He gestured for Bone Baldy to sit.
Bone Baldy sat to Keledu's left, while Mizhene, who had followed them in, sat on his right.
Bone Baldy had barely sat down when Keledu spoke. "Chief Bone Baldy, it's been far too long. You must try the new wine our camp has made. It's brewed from fine barley and mare's milk, with the rich aroma of barley and the fragrance of milk. It's exceptionally sweet and refreshing, and even better warmed."
With that, he raised his cup to toast Bone Baldy. Bone Baldy had noticed the pale wine on the table, and its faint aroma made his mouth water. He picked up his cup.
After drinking a toast with Keledu, he drained the cup in one gulp. The moment the wine touched his tongue, warmth spread deep into his chest. The scents of milk and wine filled his nose and mouth, along with a strange herbal fragrance that made it even more delicious.
That cup drove everything Bone Baldy had planned to say clean out of his mind.
Mizhene raised his cup to toast him next. Between the two of them, they kept urging Bone Baldy to drink until he slowly grew drunk.
Before long, Bone Baldy was out cold. Slumped over the table, he did not move.
Mizhene checked his breathing and only relaxed once he was sure Bone Baldy was merely asleep.
"Lord Apostle, this man's hopeless. He's built like that and always boasts he can hold his liquor, but one jar of this milk wine knocked him out?"
Bone Baldy was a renowned warrior of the Iron Bone Tribe. He had an astonishing physique and could wrestle fifty men in succession without losing. He was also