Balen's furious tirade came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.
His large, bell-like eyes involuntarily darted to the barrel of liquor, and his throat bobbed visibly.
Lynch didn't say a word. With another flick of his wrist...
CLANG!
Another identical barrel of the limited-edition "Water of Life" was slammed down next to the first.
Balen's breathing grew heavier, and his loud curses unconsciously faded into a quiet mumble. "B-brother, it's not that I'm trying to lecture you, but this modification of yours... it's no good... It's like a kid's firecracker. It won't kill a wolf, it'll just make it laugh..."
CLANG!
A third barrel of the gold-label "Water of Life" was stacked on top.
Balen's eyes were fixed on the three barrels of liquor, as if he were gazing upon some peerless treasure.
