Watching the magical drink being made was one heck of a treat. Never in his life can wales recall a more beautiful beverage.  Usually for him it was always some kind of bourbon and nine times out of ten it wasn’t even in a glass.  Straight out of the bottle.  “Classy “ he whispered to himself and found that he was drooling even having to quickly wipe it off his chin before anyone saw.  “ yeah that is a real drink that should be cherished indeed.  Yes indeed. “. Whispers to him self.  Talking to himself is a  skill that Wales gained to  -  keep his sanity-  when he was locked up in the dungeons all those years ago.<br/><br/>looking over and starring at Wendigo drinking that exquisite glass of fluid an idea strikes him.	I should see if perhaps that gentleman could make me something similar. It doesn’t have to be anything special just a little something to “ wet my whistle “ as they say.<br/><br/><br/>“ Ummm excuse me sir ? “. Raising his finger meekly trying to get his attention.  “  Might I ummm ... might I possibly be so lucky as to sample one of your fine creations? “. Raising his eyebrows and trying not to look pretentious.