He waited while his junior companions gave him pats on the back and shook his talon, and gratefully accepted a half-full bottle of Red Minotaur. With his beak, he tugged the cork out and drank a quarter of the bottle, grimacing as the rotgut burned its way down his throat. He handed the bottle back, and it was passed solemnly around the room, leaving only dregs at the bottom when it came back to him.