The North God"A bottle of what?"
As soon as Erchanhardt said the word, Micaiah started mouthing it out to herself with great difficulty. It felt like her tongue had to contort in ways the human tongue was not meant for, and her talent for adapting wasn't going to be of much help here. Then, he explained the nature of this treasure. Yes, indeed this could be considered a treasure to Micaiah. She wasn't quite an alcoholic, but alcohol was still one of her well liked past-times, and collecting alcohols made her feel all the more sophisticated. It was something Maujuda did as well, for a hobby, and if a king did it for a hobby then you knew it was the dictionary picture for bougie."That sounds like a wonderful trade! Deal! Do you want me to continue carrying the painting for now, and we trade on-site, or do you wanna like, go get it now or something?"
A glint shined in Micaiah's eyes, one that you knew to be of an avid drinker. But, not an alcoholic, of course. That would be a problem.