"But I think I'm ready to go drown my sorrows in a priestess or three."
Ithacles laughed and shrugged his agreement with cheeks red from booze.
"A scholarly pursuit. Elven women...The humans really are damned in almost every area," he said quietly. "There's many reasons I travel so frequently, politics being quite low on my own list."
He eased himself to his feet and left his tankard behind so he could extend his hand.
"Thank you though, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't gotten yourself thrown in jail. So...Keep it up, I guess."