West Sparrow gulps. His idea of "partaking of blood" was a few drops, not a mouthful. Still, Ethan was actively bleeding to provide this benefit, so it would be extremely rude to refuse now. West eagerly downs two shots of the rice wine, and then, more gingerly, raises the goblet of blood to his face. After a moment of dread, he raises the cup in a toast. "To your health, good Captain," he says with gusto, and chugs a single mouthful of the blood. Grimacing at the taste, he immediately downs another two shots of the rice wine. Unsure what to expect while the changes take place,...