[Drinking tended to bring out the melancholy in the elf. Not great, but it was decidedly better than him being edgy and angry all the time. He smiles, taking a sip of the wine, sitting back in his chair. ]
I have. The South has a fondness for ale- I have never had much of a taste for it. I much prefer wine.
[He knows a big part of it is spite- having something he once was expected to pour for his betters. Something denied a slave. ]
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I have. The South has a fondness for ale- I have never had much of a taste for it. I much prefer wine.
[He knows a big part of it is spite- having something he once was expected to pour for his betters. Something denied a slave. ]