"Make that two Vampire Venoms." A voice called out. "Back when I fancied myself a young bard, the lads and I would bet on who could down their glass without making a face." The wizard that approached was not a bard, despite still being able to carry a tune. Damian Pendragon was many things, an unspeakable, a Ministry vampire hunter, and the first of the Atlantis twelve who still smelled faintly of seawater. What he was today, was thirsty.
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