For the next thirty minutes, Vale, Salome, and thirty or so Akkuron soldiers sat at a table, drinking ale…
With the sun not even halfway through the sky, one might take the sight as insane, especially in a war zone; and yet Grady allowed it. He allowed it even knowing the underlying threat of letting it happen.
The threat that Vale was destroying the painted picture of a Vice.
He looked no different than a human, and had now shown he acted no different than a human.
At first, when he'd suggested it, nobody made any motion to respond; however, Eric simply shrugged and mentioned they had a reserve that Grady would allow them to use to entertain their guest. At that, a small portion of the crowd let their fears mercilessly drown in a puddle so they could drink on the job.
That small portion led to another portion who grew curious about Vale.
