Last Anurr lost was the result of trickery. It is ever his downfall. He expects fairness of those around him. He wished to welcome Unhalad and his men to his tribe, and instead they brought... disaster.

As for their living masters, the kings and queens of old are inheritors of the free people, taking Anurr's mantle. The natives of Sa-Hareth are survivors, accustomed to hardship, to toil, to cold. Every day and every ounce of their fortune, they've won through strength. How are they to respect royalty that lost its crown?

The concoction tastes herbal and sulphurous, somewhat acidic — spreading coldness throughout the imbiber, typically set to render them a little listless, prone to impatience and violence and a sharpening of their senses. In Ery's particular case, given her unique relationship with death and psychology, she might be less affected by the mind-muddying aspects of the brew, while still feeling a certain itch to hunt down Unhalad's dead and rip out the hunger from within them. As there is no real way to achieve that, most who drink the brew simply dismember their targets — Ery might be uniquely more controlled and even potentially able to understand the compulsion within her enough to quiet it down. Entirely up to you!