"I don't think I've seen an alive sheep." Nathan squinted and nodded. Othnar's criteria for a wife wasn't the same as Nathan's, but he could respect that the guy thought she was beautiful. Nathan would've slept with her, though that didn't say a whole lot. Besides, he was biased.
"Yeah, I can try that. We can get you a real guitar too, not a fucking acoustic." He was firm on acoustic instruments sucking in general, and he got another mead. Even though the world was sort of spinny and he was taking longer to answer, he still wasn't drunk enough yet.