Someone was having a laugh. Flaithri probably would have yanked that cocksucker's arm out of the socket. But Leir just glanced over and smiled. There wasn't any need to prove anything anymore. He could just wander as himself. I'm very young for being so enlightened, he thought.
"There are many finer drinks for you to try, come with us and we'll show you!"
Barely ten minutes since he climbed off his horse and they were trying to get him drunk. For some reason the sylvans insisted that you be drunker than them in order to have any fun, as if they were afraid a sober person wouldn't like any of their ideas. Ok, that was probably true.
"Not right now," Leir said to Faizu. They were second cousins which was supposed to mean something but really didn't. "I'm going to talk to this woman instead."