[Patience. Something, that in the right circumstance, Estinien can have a great deal of. This, however, was not one of them. But for now he allowed this part of the conversation to die, there were far more important matters at hand.
The mention of bottles was a comfort, shallow one though it was, but getting well within his cups to get through this seemed far more appealing than dealing with it in any measure of coherency.]
Would that we did not have to deal with this at all.
[But with a pivot of his heel, he headed towards the door. The inn idea obviously not being rejected. Unfortunately for Estinien, had he hoped to make a quiet exit, it was ruined as his horn caught the door frame, causing him to stumble back with a swear on his breath--before storming out with new found spacial recognition.]
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The mention of bottles was a comfort, shallow one though it was, but getting well within his cups to get through this seemed far more appealing than dealing with it in any measure of coherency.]
Would that we did not have to deal with this at all.
[But with a pivot of his heel, he headed towards the door. The inn idea obviously not being rejected. Unfortunately for Estinien, had he hoped to make a quiet exit, it was ruined as his horn caught the door frame, causing him to stumble back with a swear on his breath--before storming out with new found spacial recognition.]