( It is, at least, for all its modesty, fresh swill. Weisi's mouth thins, a flinched line, over the rim of his cup, but he subjects himself to the invasion of the lesser, thinned taste.
It will do, he signals with a wave to the tavern keeper. It will do, if not handsomely, then enough to abate the kindling of master Weisi's temper. )
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It will do, he signals with a wave to the tavern keeper. It will do, if not handsomely, then enough to abate the kindling of master Weisi's temper. )
And what else do you do? As a group.