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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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By his conduct, I cannot help but wonder─no, best not to speculate.
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Here on behalf of Darlfort? Aye, I have the liquor right here.
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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.
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Tell Darlfort I appreciate the business, as always.
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How might I be of service?
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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.
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As to his condition─it does seem to be rather severe. His cries echoed through the corridors late into the evening.
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Judging by what I have glimpsed, I fear that it is a mere matter of time ere he turns...
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But you need not concern yourself with that. Rest assured that we have matters well in hand here.
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I will see to it that the alcohol reaches the intended recipient with all haste.
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A matter of time before he turns, you say... I suppose that does explain it.
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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?
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I know not if it will bring him solace, in the end... But nevertheless, I thank you for making the delivery.
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