((Like you, BoundObsession? LOL))<br/><br/>After some time of watching the boy bother the entertainment, Abia shook her head and sighed. This kid really was something. With a quick stride over towards the stage, she grabbed onto the back of Zataire’s collar and dragged him in the other direction, away from the musician. She pulled him towards the bar and motioned a single finger at a stool, instructing him to sit without uttering a word but simply stared sternly at him.<br/><br/>Abia made her way around to the other side of the bar, grabbing cups and drinks, before turning to back to him. Again, without a word, she poured and placed a pint of her strongest ale in front of the lad. “Drink.” She gave the small order. She’s seen many a large man drink this and end up passed out in a corner after only half a glass. The surprising properties of it though, it never left a hangover the next morning. Her previous patrons who dared to chug it would simply wake up and walk out as if nothing had happened the previous evening. As if they simply fell asleep in their beds no different from any other night.<br/><br/>She generally didn’t serve it except to those who asked, and even then, she would gauge whether or not it was a good idea before offering it to them. This...was a special case. He didn’t ask for it, but then, she wasn’t asking him to drink it either. She was telling him.