After the meal.
Feng Shan opened the bottle of the tavern's best rum, brought over by the waitress.
He gently twisted off the cap, and a rich, mellow aroma wafted up, instantly filling the entire tavern.
"This rum smells amazing. Demi didn't sell them the tavern's aged stock, did she?"
"Ha! What if the three outsiders dine and dash?"
"That's one of the last few bottles of salmon rum made by Old Roland."
"I wish I could get a glass of that."
Drawn by the aroma, the patrons all turned their gazes toward Feng Shan's table and began to whisper among themselves.
Feng Shan pretended not to hear. He poured two glasses and passed them to Nash and Wawa, then raised his own glass to his lips and took a small sip.
The amber rum spread across his tongue, bringing with it a fiery, complex flavor.
First came a spicy kick, followed by a sweet aftertaste, with faint hints of fruit and oak.
'It's completely different from any rum I've had before.'
