Are
The ale scented miasma of all the world's issues parted with a light laugh and a drunken snort in reply. The gloom seemed just a tad easier to manage knowing there was still someone there to laugh at it all with. What the laughter couldn't seem to have him shake was the creeping discomfort the horrendous line of thinking his mind had went down. Discomfort not with him voicing it, but with how it somehow still seemed to had kept a shred of the allure it had seemed to carry when it first appeared. To strike out at the something tangible, to deal a blow against an enemy far to great to face directly, but the word still rang heavy in his mind. Genocide. No two ways about it, it wasn't a route he'd want to go down, but one he couldn't not at least consider. He was no hero after all.
She was right though, as always, maybe not about his less desirable train of thought, but at least about his state of mind, and inebriation. "Home... Yes, that sounds like enough of a challenge for this mighty warrior..." he mumbled into the table. With a strain, groan, and a mighty heave he got on his feet, steadying himself before giving Roana a bow and a smile. "'Til we meet again, farvel!" Are said and started stumbling towards the door, just a tad bit more determined than someone heading straight for home.
She was right though, as always, maybe not about his less desirable train of thought, but at least about his state of mind, and inebriation. "Home... Yes, that sounds like enough of a challenge for this mighty warrior..." he mumbled into the table. With a strain, groan, and a mighty heave he got on his feet, steadying himself before giving Roana a bow and a smile. "'Til we meet again, farvel!" Are said and started stumbling towards the door, just a tad bit more determined than someone heading straight for home.
