Araziel was already wasted. He’d spent the previous five nights just drinking non-stop. Vodka, rum, wine, vodka, whisky, vodka… He even blacked out at one point just to wake up again with his head in the communion wine. His poor lilgrim and wulven struggled to pull his head out of the tank after he fell asleep again and almost drowned in the wine… that would have not been good for the flavor. At last, his wulven gave up and ran to get Mercy while his lilgr...
