As soon as fine liquor came up, the Emperor, Fugen, and Clarkson all practically flipped open their chatterboxes, reminiscing about the days of the Great Crusade ten millennia ago. On the Emperor's face there was only heaviness, on Fugen's a trace of bitterness, and Clarkson's was dim.
"Everyone loved wine." After a short silence, Fugen tasted the dinosaur jerky, raisins, and nuts brought up by the Lizardmen, his tone filled with bitterness: "Father, do you still remember? I once shared a cup with Horus. He liked alcohol, I liked it too, and Ferrus as well—he loved spirits."
"Khan, Saint Gile, Magnus—among us there wasn't a single one who didn't like to drink." Clarkson's tone carried a faintly sinister edge: "Khan liked mare's milk, Saint Gile liked those bitter yet rich red wines, and as for Magnus, he and Ahriman used Spiritual Power many times to scour the galaxy for brewing recipes."
