Klain walked down the stairs to the wine cellar. "Hello? Is someone down here?"
"Hello." The voice was female, and soft.
He continued down the steps to the stone floor. It was cold down here, and a little damp. "Velia, is that you?"
"Yeah." Her voice echoed on the walls.
"What are you doing down here?" He continued to the far back corner of the cellar where her voice seemed to be coming from.
He stopped, holding his torch aloft. There was a centaur girl standing in front of one of the wine caskets. She had a wooden goblet in her hands, and was drinking deeply.
"Velia, what are you doing?"
She lowered the cup, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Getting drunk," she said.
Klain shook his head. "How's that working out for you?"
"About as well as everything is working out for me," she said. "I've had three cups of wine and don't even feel tipsy."
"They'll find a cure," he said.
She turned around and glared at him. She was wearing nothing but a loose cotton blouse, the sort she pro