"Of course I will drink with you." He felt like his body was poisoned just from the little bit he had, but what else was he supposed to do? His back still hurt from Namjoon's slap and there was a dark knot of fear in his stomach. He felt more like crying, but instead smiled bravely, not wanting these barbarians to look down at his people for any reason. Even if that reason was intolerance to disgusting alcohol. "Jimin is too young. It is not common for anyone at his age to drink alcohol here. I'm sure he will gladly drink to our unity with something other."

Maybe something not toxic, there was a thought. "Are you happy with your accommodations? I hope there are enough beds and baths for all of your men."

He really, really hoped they would bathe.