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Message: <blockquote data-quote="xenoflare" data-source="post: 1606283" data-attributes="member: 12431">cut-sceneHaagen River, 7 miles south of Selskar Vale**On the other side of the world, Yang wept, and laughed, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes both together, but always with the aid of his newfound best friend - the bottle.The wandering drunk Wainswright had already staggered off earlier, searching for an empyreal paradise inspired by the sweet juices of the vineyard’s children, but had baptised Yang with a panoply of alcohol, and left the newfound convert to the goblet with enough ambrosia to last him for the next hour or two.Some part of Yang’s mind rebelled against this treatment, and wondered to itself.I’m immune to all sorts of poisons and venoms – after all, my mind is able to control my body, and thus my metabolism is the epitome of human perfection... so why am I drunk?Yang grappled unsuccessfully with that trying problem for 2 very addled seconds? -Minutes? Hours? - before realising the very logical and simple answer.Oh, I’m drunk because I want to be drunk. Cheers to that!And with that, the ex-monk laughed uproariously, raised his bottle as a toast to the mad world around him, and ceased to think of all things that were irrelevant to drinking.It was at this unlikely spectacle that Mekhet’s little wings halted their flight, as the young dragon stopped and wondered if his friend was doing all right.And it was at this unlikely spectacle also, that the assasins of House Belarus closed in, their weapons at the ready, to do their deadly work.**</blockquote>

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