[ Alllllllllllrighty then. Without another word, Ashelia nods at a passing server. As if reading her mind, they bring over a small bottle of sake and a shot glass. With another nod from the young queen, the server sets it all on a nearby chest-high table and leaves. ]
To the Festival, then. [ Ashelia raises her own glass and takes a sip. ]
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To the Festival, then. [ Ashelia raises her own glass and takes a sip. ]