"Royce reached out and deliberately knocked Hadrian's mug over, spilling the ale across the end of the table and onto the floor. Hadrian pushed away from the table and looked at Royce, surprised. "What'd you do that for?" "You didn't get wet, did you?" He had a bemused look on his face. "No." Royce watched the ale drip off the end of the table for a moment. "That's because I knew where the ale would go. Besides, I need you sober, because if this fails, we might have to kill a lot of people."