The Night Elves' fine wine,
tasted bland to Rex.
When Rex drank, he preferred strong liquor, such as Dwarven or Orcish spirits. Elven wine, whether made by the High Elves or the Night Elves,
was simply not to his liking.
Elven wine could never escape its limitations. They disliked strong liquor and preferred something light and refreshing.
That meant elven wine could be drunk like any other beverage, and the fine Night Elf wine before Rex was no exception.
Rex poured himself a cup and drained it in one gulp.
He frowned slightly. This fine Night Elf wine had a pleasant taste. Although he did not particularly like it, he had to admit it was good wine.
It simply did not suit his tastes. Rex glanced at the Archmage sitting beside him and asked, "Could you chill it?"
If I'm drinking it like a soft drink, wouldn't it taste best chilled?
Azeroth was a magical world. Although many things were inconvenient here, plenty of others were convenient, as the scene before him demonstrated.
The Archmage nodded at Rex's request. Taciturn as ever, he slowly extended a wrinkled hand, rolled up his sleeve, and took the wine jug.
Cold began radiating from his palm, and white vapor rose from his hand.
In the sweltering summer heat, the chill was especially noticeable.
The temperature of the wine in the jug began to plummet.
Finally, the Archmage filled both Rex's cup and his own.
Rex raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. The cool, refreshing sensation made him nod in satisfaction.
Getting some fine Night Elf wine to drink as an everyday beverage would not be a bad idea.
The Night Elves did not keep Rex waiting long. The Night Elf woman soon returned, bringing the news he wanted.
"This way,