Orin took a page from Lazar's book, finding the drug he gave Lyra and holding onto it for his own use. He would give it to her in small doses, like they used to with her fancy elven herbs when she was still at the brothel. It was thrilling.
Nothing, as usual for the first few hours. After that, though. She was losing her mind. Not as bad as when Lazar had drugged her, but she was flushed and panting.