Inside the Chicory Wolf were drunkards aplenty, their sounds of pleasure and burbling groans thick in the air - along with the sickening odor of perfume, smoke and booze. Nothing like the fine establishment that was the Branch and Barrel, Diedre would never allow perfume in her place!
But of course, what drew the eye of Desdemona's most savvy drunkard were the bottles of strangely thick purple wine that they downed with more gusto than he'd seen in a parched worker after a long day at the mill. The shared expressions of incredible satisfaction and joy - it was rather wrong. No place of drink had every patron filled with such happiness!
Thus when Asterion offered him a drink Connor, for once, chose to abstain from the offered beverage. Instead he leaned heavily onto his staff that was rooted to the ground, grasping the gourd that dangled from it and popping its cork with a casual thumb-flick - taking a lengthy swig before speaking with a grin.
"
S'fine, I brought my own 'long!
" He slurred, leaning overly forwards with a hand to his mouth to speak in a conspiratorial stage-whisper to Asterion. "
Can't go gettin' the boss upset at me, y'know?
" He staggered back again, evidently looking like no more than a drunk commoner with a stick. Well, a stick with a gourd of some sort tied to the end.
I am Inferi.
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