“Aren’t you going to hit him?” Éibhear asked. “I don’t feel like it.” “Good gods.” Gwenvael stood. “This is worse than we thought, Éibhear. Up, brother.” Gwenvael grabbed Briec’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “There is only one answer for this.” “Which is?” “Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get you good and drunk.” DrinkingHeart BreakBrothersCheering UpBriecTalaith Book:About a Dragon Source: About a Dragon