There was a time where Rhea'li used to drink without hesitation, flagons and flagons of ale consumed through a night. But drugged drink upturning his life not once but twice has certainly given him a healthy wariness of drinks prepared by others.

One of Rhea'li's ears flick in muted surprise. His companion has never drunk water before? How unfortunate... Is the water of his homeland simply not clean enough?

"Upon this star, whoever has decided what you are meant to do no longer holds your reins," Rhea'li leans an elbow upon the table, expression conspiratorial. "If you wish to do good deeds, they are not here to stop you."