Claire stared at him with wide eyes as if she expected him to take back his words and exempt only her.
What if it was spiked? How was she to survive?
Falstaff picked up his goblet and held it close to his lips. She could hear his laboured breathing from where she stood.
Andon, who had been silent, picked up the pitcher and refilled Plumette's goblet.
The older man murmured a grudging 'thank you' and picked up the goblet.
She and the others were left.
He carried his drink, and she was forced to do the same.
Yeren was watching all of them closely, waiting for them to empty their goblets.
How ironic - he was finally looking at her when she was about to possibly drink poison.
Falstaff tilted the cup to his lips and finished everything in one long gulp. Afterwards, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and set the cup on the table with a loud thud.
Redmare followed suit, so did Plumette, Rodick and Aldrich.
And she was the only one left.
