'But why?'
Regis sat quietly, leaning against the carriage window as he looked outside.
It was already the next day, and he was riding with Pandora, Killian, Aurelia, and Aurum.
Despite having partied well into the night during the city-wide banquet, they had set off a few hours before dawn.
At present, only Regis and Aurum remained awake.
The rest were fast asleep— victims of dwarven persistence.
Even as children, the dwarves had no trouble convincing them to drink, though Killian in particular didn't need much convincing.
Pandora and Aurelia, along with Vanessa and the others, had tried the liquor out of curiosity.
Unfortunately for them, the banquet drinks were brewed far stronger than usual, meant to suit dwarves and beastkin, while the elves had wisely stuck to wine.
Aurum, being experienced, only drank what he could handle. Regis, on the other hand, did not get drunk at all— or more like, he could not.
