EZTLI’S POV
One cup turned to two, two turned to three, three turned to a glass bottle of Champagne that was stashed away under his desk which we drank as we talked for hours
He went on and on bragging about his guild, how he built the place from the ground up, how he found and employed all of his upper echelon, how he was the greatest healer than ever was, at that point the bottle of champagne had long kicked in coupled with a few bottles of beer that kept popping out of random places in his office, this was clearly a man that loved his ale, though his tolerance was not as high as I thought it would be, or maybe I'm spending too much time with Linnea
Alcohol or not, only a fool would fail to notice the gaps in his story or miss how he would skip a random parts of the story every time o
