[AW] just don't ask

[Rostislav]

Rostislav Despite my drunkenness, I feel my mind starting to waken. Enough that I can see clearly, hear clearly, understand what's going on. Isorath begins to lead us inward toward the castle. My belly grumbles, clearly the thinking organ in my body. But even though I am thinking about food, I'm curious about Isorath's comment that there is not enough tea nor enough booze for the entire story. What is this crazy tale? Before we can pass into the castle there is a great roar overhead of wings, and a chill that permeates my hide. A glance upward reveals the source -- a great, huge dragon. I'm man enough to avoid cowering, but a shiver still runs through me. I notice Acton's gaze also angled upward, and for a moment we both stare at the dragon. Since no one seems to be panicking, I assume this is a friend. I glance at Isorath and Reichenbach. "A companion?" I need not have asked, for Reich's reaction toward both Isorath (a kiss!) and Acton tells me all I need to know. One last snort at the dragon who peacefully watches us, and I pass into the castle. We head toward the kitchens (or what I assume is the kitchens, based off the delicious smells wafting past my nostrils). I offer Reich a smile. "And I'm glad to be back. But as for where I've been...." I trail off, chuckling deeply. "I haven't the foggiest. Not Novus. Much booze, much tasting. Much sleeping. A sabbatical, Rostislav-style." That's the best I can offer, to be honest. Walk. Talk. @Acton @Isorath @Reichenbach Top Shelf Sexy Badass

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