Melayne resigned to the seat at her side, her brows covered in sweat as well. She seemed to have been panicking as much as he did.
Ning had long since gained his composure to their side.
"You didn't go to the Hermit?" Jax asked.
"I found her on the way there," Ning said. "I told her what happened, and she seemed to know."
"I've seen many idiots drink the Wine Hermit's wine directly off the bottle," she said. "Never this much though. You should know by now that his wine is very concentrated. You need to dilute it by 10 times to properly use it."
"I thought that was just for regular wines that the taverns use," Jax said, breaking heavily.
"It's not," Melayne said. "It's strong. Which surprises me that you managed to go through it all without falling unconscious."
"I don't fall unconscious to pain," Jax said. "I grow more awake."
Melayne raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?" she asked.
Jax shrugged. "No clue. Something to do with my race I think."
