Thrakhath walks into the bar..smiling. but is out of place is an old dusty wooden box he is carrying.
"Greetings All!" Thrakhath yells loudly.
" It's time for a celebration, considering I've just been promoted!!"
"Juan, Lohingren, please come over here. I've got something special for this monumentous occasion"
"For the rest of you louts, The drinks are on me" and throws a large wad of credits on to the bar.
"Alexia, please keep the drinks flowing untill that runs out" said Thrakhath laughingly.
Turning to Juan and Lohingren Thrakhath gently sets the wooden box on the counter.
" You know my father was a historian and had a warped sense of humor, hence my name" "But this gem here is one of the items he had found and put away"
Gently open the box, the lid creaking softfy from non-use. Thrakhath pulls out an aged glass bottle.Full of an amber liguid.
"Gentlemen" Thrakhath says " for your comradery and trust "
"This is probably the oldest, smoothest whiskey you will ever drink" says Thrakhath as he opens the bottle and pours out 3 good shots.
"Though the label is faded, it once said ..Crown Royal whiskey"
"a gift from me to you all, Cheers" as Thrakhath lifts the glass up for a toast.......
