Systole
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Daylily quaffs the drink, but as soon as sweet wine touches his tongue, his eyes go wide and his cheeks bulge. Unceremoniously, he spews the entire mouthful back into the glass and spends a half minute spitting to get rid of the taste.
"What is this disgust liquid!? Is taste like rot and death-berry!" He glares suspiciously at the halfling, and puts the glass down. He then takes a pinch of a reddish weed out of a belt pouch and begins to chew it irritably.
"What is this disgust liquid!? Is taste like rot and death-berry!" He glares suspiciously at the halfling, and puts the glass down. He then takes a pinch of a reddish weed out of a belt pouch and begins to chew it irritably.
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