It's hard for Chandra not to be drawn into such things, and she hops up on the deck when she hears the party begin. The kegs draw her in and she fills up a mug, careful to keep Edric the Drake away from anything other than the alcohol. But he still belches a gout of flame up into the air from her shoulder.

"Right, so is any of this stuff good on fire? Or is it the kind of booze you drink cold?"