you don't want it to change

Ignoring Kassander's soft interjection, Katja pushed three of the jars forward. "This is a beverage called alcohol, made using various fruits, honey, and herbs. We make three differing types suited for many things. The mead," she indicated it, "is the strongest, both in taste and in effect. The ciser and wine," she indicated them each, "are milder and suitable for everyday use if desired." She watched him impassively, head tilted slightly to the side as though examining him. She did not know what to expect of him and his pack, for though they had been Kassander's allies Yfir was a far sight different from Ebony and this boy was no Epiphron.