Much like Hal, Alexander hadn't had much of a taste for synthehol. In fact, one could say his tastes were even more old fashioned.

After all, while Astora had its share of liquors like whiskey and brandy through trade, it was a relatively poor kingdom, and each village tended to have its own unique take on aqua vitae, most involving tinctures of spices, herbs, and roots. Mostly roots.

Despite his rather simple tastes, though, he wasn't above indulging in a little luxury every once in a while. Especially if it was on the house.

And so, from a few seats down at the bar, Alexander glanced over at Hal, raising a snifter of Cognac in his direction in a silent toast, before returning to his drink.