"The shamans would suggest otherwise." She takes the bottle, regarding it for a moment. It doesn't look or smell like wine; in fact, taking a sniff has her nose wrinkling. But Jessica drinks, and she would drink as well. It wasn't dragon's blood, at least. "As would the cities."

She nearly chokes on what she swallows, making a noise as she reaches up to press her fingers to her lips. Down, it will go, burning all the way. Her eyes water.

"What is this?" she asks, handing the bottle back. "Your people killed lions?"