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It had been a fairly productive day for Wrath as well, if one could call spending all day on the training fields slashing and hacking up dummies in an obstacle course that was designed to push a soldier to their very limits productive. After months of slacking off, however, and drowning himself in whatever substance he could procure from the clansmen of famine, it was an exercise that was sorely needed. Day in and day out, when he wasn't spending time with Na'ima or gathering ingredients for the priestesses to use in trance, he was there.

But now, he was home, and contemplating how to spend his evening. He could make the trek down the tower to where the famine horsemen kept their quarters and pay a certain, rather attractive mare a visit, or he could stay home, and continue to do so every evening until she came looking for him instead.

Hrm. Decisions.

....Clearly one he didn't actually need to make, as one of his brothers of death came barging into his home, with bottles in hand.

"Eitri." His voice was a deep rumble, as he watched the craftsmen invade his premises and make himself right at home. Charcoal lined eyes flicked from the bottles, to the mugs already being set on the table, and for just a moment, he hesitated to go near, remembering that he was trying to be good, which generally meant staying away from drink, or other, worse substances.

Ah, but one or two really couldn't hurt, could they?

"I would not dream of it." He grinned, moving towards the table, and reaching for one of the mugs nearly overflowing with freshly poured what-ever-it-was. Lifting it up, he held it out towards his friend and up. "Cheers!"

He then brought it to his lips for a long, deep drink.

Delicious.

Wrath had been fine with his long sip that had drained half of his mug. Really, he was going to stop right there, except that Eitri's tone and words were clearly a challenge, and one that he could not pass up on.

Without batting an eyelid, he brought the mug up to drain, and slammed it down, only to fill it up again, and drink yet more, until he felt as if he had "caught up".

Letting out a loud belch, he leaned back in his chair as well, though his feet stayed on the floor.

He pondered the question for a moment. "I have been, I suppose. Better than I was before." In a manner of speaking. Consistently drunk, hungover or drugged Wrath was, in his opinion, a not very well Wrath. Now, he felt that his condition had greatly improved.

......But this drink was really quite good. He took another long swig of it before continuing.

"And you? How have you been keeping these days?"

Wrath's sober spell hadn't yet been long enough for his substance tolerance to begin to wane, so despite the drink being strong, he still felt okay, so with a mental shrug he took another swig. What could really be the harm?

"It is much nicer here than it was on those lands near that children's school. The tower somehow replicates our previous homes quite well, but with the added benefit of being close neighbors to the other clans and....why yes, I have noticed that." Wrath nodded and grinned, while following Eitri's lead and draining his second mug of drink.

"A lot of variety indeed. It is hard to choose just which clan's assets are the most worthy of appreciation."