He felt vicious and he wasn't feeling bad about it. "You ain't startin' shit." He said with half a hiccup, trying to be as intimidating as he could manage and walk a straight line at the same time. Reynauld raised a censorious eyebrow at him. And when he did drag himself to the abbey and found the statue of a man there, he flung the door close behind him, almost losing balance in the process.
Well, several of them, more than he should, probably. He waved a hand at whoever it was in there, threw a few coins on the counter and drank the bubbling, lukewarm thing outside.
so dd1.5 if you willĪt the bar, he didn't bother talking to anyone.
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