[ And so Byerly does, to the area where the outsiders generally stay. True to his word, and contrary to his usual nature, he doesn't speak until he's located a bottle of maple mead - taken from Miles' stores, thank you Miles. He doesn't bother with glasses: instead, he just takes a deep swig from the bottle, wipes off its mouth, and passes the vile brew over to Nash. ]
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It has a kick. If you've never had it before.