" My name is Samaranth,” said the great red beast, “and all those you see around you declined my invitation, opting instead to help themselves to the treasure. So, Sons of Adam, choose. Will you drink with me, or do you want to plunder, and die?”
“Are you serious?” said Jack. “Tea or death? Of course we’ll take the tea.” The others all nodded in enthusiastic agreement. “What kind of fool would choose death?”
“Bet they wuz Cambridge scowlers, eh, master Charles?” said Tummeler with a wink.
"Undoubtedly," said Charles. "
― James A. Owen , Here, There Be Dragons (Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica, #1)
