|What? What's this? No doubt from Gibrillont, that admirable bastard. Just what I need to drown my troubles.|
I was a knight in the service of a proud noble family. That is, until my dear lady was accused of heresy. Everything changed after that. Their prestige, their pedigree, everything was stripped away...including me.
They say drinking is merely a pause from thinking... Would that I could take from a bottomless mug...
Nay, the only thing that stands to wash away is my dignity. Rather than play the drunken fool, I would like to make a gift of this to my lord. Surely this pain I bear is nothing next to his—completely unaware that his wife had committed such heinous crimes.
He is a good man. He deserves better, but this is all I can offer him now.
I am loath to impose upon your kindness further, but could you take this to him in my place? To let him see me in my current state would be disgraceful. I imagine he is still at the airship landing in the Pillars.
My lord is likely at the airship landing, but I fear it will not be long before he departs. Please hurry.