Ad aspera

-- Damn it, if I ever decide to steal from someone, I'll say it was the Elves. Oh, you're done already? Awesome, right? Between the first and second...
Mordaстый resolutely pours another drink, ignoring any possible objections...

Duncaniël also resolutely poured whiskey into his mouth, but in reality, it ended up down his shirt whenever Mordaстый turned away or glanced in another direction. A little magic trick – isn't Duncaniël a mage?
Coughing from the alcohol, he blinked at the wall and, placing the payment on the counter, unsteadily and swaying like an aspen, headed for the exit. The night wasn't eternal; it was time to know when to stop... Maybe he'll visit another bar, on a different night, and try his luck honestly. But then again, there's no happiness in alcohol, as if he hadn't tried it before... Even the best human drink can't compare to the nectar that the Elves brew, but even that got old for Duncaniël; everything eventually gets old. These kids – maybe they'll understand that someday. And if they don't, it's their loss.
[plan: return to the room the same way, disappearing into the shadows when it's safe after ten checks. Just change the route a little, so as not to repeat the exact same path.]