Nathan gave the drink a long look, not the most adventurous when it came to alcohol, but shrugged his shoulders, touched his glass with Abia's and took a taste.  "Hmmm, not bad.  And not a bad performance either.  We had to do that to make up for me putting everyone to sleep with the earlier strumming of my lute.  Hopefully our song didn't offend any witch hunters in the crowd," he said with a chuckle.  He'd been one at one point, but found it too hard to tell the difference between good and bad witches.  And too many others he had to work with didn't even care to make the distinction.