Pour One Out

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Good morrow, sir. I'm terribly sorry to ask this of a patron, but could you perchance find the time to make a delivery for me?
Just yesterday, you see, a customer─not a regular, I believe he's visiting from outside the Crystarium─came asking after a particularly strong spirit that we're known to serve. At the time, we had just run out, but I offered that our supplier would have more ready today.
He told me that that would be fine, but that he would require it be delivered to his lodgings. He then paid quite a handsome sum in advance...before consuming more than a half-dozen pints of ale in short order and wandering off.
The whole experience was incredibly odd. I do, of course, fully intend to provide him with the alcohol that he paid for─but I also cannot help but be concerned by his behavior. It seems to me that someone ought to check on him.
Alas, between brewing and serving the customers, I can't seem to find time to slip away. Could I impose upon you to deliver the liquor in my stead, and inquire as to whether the man is quite well?
Eidith should have the alcohol in question ready at Musica Universalis. And as for our eccentric patron─you will find him at the Catenaries, assuming he gave me the correct information.
By his conduct, I cannot help but wonder─no, best not to speculate.
Here on behalf of Darlfort? Aye, I have the liquor right here.
You'll be delivering this to a customer at the Catenaries, right? In that case, you'd do well to speak with the manager there. He's a helpful sort─should make sure it gets to the right person.
Tell Darlfort I appreciate the business, as always.
How might I be of service?
Ah, I see. That guest is somewhat...indisposed, I'm afraid to say. But I will ensure that the liquor is delivered into his hands, if you will entrust it to me.
As to his condition─it does seem to be rather severe. His cries echoed through the corridors late into the evening.
Judging by what I have glimpsed, I fear that it is a mere matter of time ere he turns...
But you need not concern yourself with that. Rest assured that we have matters well in hand here.
I will see to it that the alcohol reaches the intended recipient with all haste.
A matter of time before he turns, you say... I suppose that does explain it.
It's hardly a wonder that he turned to drink, I'm sure you would agree. In the throes of such agony and despair...what is a man to do?
I know not if it will bring him solace, in the end... But nevertheless, I thank you for making the delivery.