The briefest look of surprise flickered over Daemon's face at this before he gave a faintly wry smile and shook his head. "If there is, I don't know about it. At least not here. On weekends, we are sometimes escorted to a nearby village and there is a place to attain such things there, I believe. Although there may be some..." he trailed off, trying to recall who he'd spoken to about this recently. Ah. That's right.

"There's a man here who goes by the name of Badou. He spoke of them as well. Smokes, at least. I don't know if he's found a way to find them or not, but it couldn't hurt to ask? As for alcohol, I haven't heard any mention of that. I'd just be happy for some damned coffee," he added with a roll of his eyes, giving the building behind them an annoyed stare.