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[socarnivorously]

[ tuesday evening, while he is at val's bonfire ]

[ Dragonmail: Ravindra Savarna ]

[ man this shit is not even wrapped. the flower wreathe val bestowed upon him is hooked around a bottle of wine (two-thirds emptied) and actually kept there by a vine tying the two together.

the postage is just slapped onto the bottle. below it: ] Happy summer solstice. Don't drink if you're still [ 'feeling bad' but he forgets to finish the sentence ]


[ Dragonmail: Acher [ ... what was his last name, fuck, it started with an O, didn't it? it takes a few tries before he spells it correctly and the dragon actually takes it ] Ostendramm ]

[ here's another wreathe

and a swiped bottle of shochu (he has no idea what these kanji characters mean)

the postage is also right on the bottle, but below it: ] Berserker? Like to hear the story --A

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[fearnoreproach]

[What the hell, there's liquor here... eh, whatever, he used to never drink because it was a sign of weakness but that was something his player made him think]

Alexander. Good to hear from you.

Indeed. I took the trial and passed. I was lucky when I fought a hunter in the tunnels, near the prison. His friend could hardly heal him because of the protections there and I was able to be victorious.

But, I decided, I would rather not depend on the lack of magic to make victory possible.

And berserker seemed the best fit for my preferences in doing battle.

[paladont]

[what]

[this isn't even full, what kind of a gift is this alex]

If I'm still what?

Did you drink this already?