"It means a lot," She said as the empress opened the bottle, pouring them each a shot. She didn't approve of her decision, but glad to know in the next century or two she wouldn't be alone. It was bitter-sweet. When they did the shot together, Amberosia made a sour- face. 

"It takes some getting used to," The empress commented.

"AIt's a little tart." She said.

"Yes it is." She respomded.

A few minutes later she poured them another shot. Then another.

"I've really missed this place." She said.

"This place has missed you as well." She replied pouring the next shot. 

They each grabbed the shot glass and the empress held hers up, "To you my dear," Then they downed the ale at the same time.

Five minutes later she poured another shot for both of them. 

"What are you trying to do, get me crocked?" Amberosia asked her.

"No better way to spend your last night as a mortal soul." 

"I can't argue with that one."  She said, giggling.

                   Two hours later, both half drunk and still going strong.....

"After he turns you will you still visit?" 

"Yes of course." She replied, and then they downed a few more. As the sorceress began to feel it, she turned to Ralvania.

"What's the worst thing about being an immortal?"

She slammed another shot and turned to her former apprentice witch; "Death."