[Rosinante is not yet drunk, for it takes quite a lot to affect someone of his considerable height. But he's trying. It's a last resort, an attempt to find a way to get some restless sleep after visions of fire and violence have kept him from getting any at all for days now.
So he's not really looking for a drinking partner. Not feeling terribly social. But he can't help his tendency to seek out and hoard information, and a drunk newcomer might be more prone to talking than one who's sober later. You never know what you might learn. After a moment of consideration, he stands, scoots his chair back (and ignores when the hands continue to draw the chair farther and farther away, screeching it across the floor horribly), moves his lantern first to the table, then covers the space in a few more paces to bring his drink over too. Only one usable hand still after the ferry incident, so he has to do things in batches.]
Only got the one bottle but the spirits can get you more. This one's pretty good if you want one like it.
[Well, pretty good for this place. It's recognizably beer. He'll take it.]
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So he's not really looking for a drinking partner. Not feeling terribly social. But he can't help his tendency to seek out and hoard information, and a drunk newcomer might be more prone to talking than one who's sober later. You never know what you might learn. After a moment of consideration, he stands, scoots his chair back (and ignores when the hands continue to draw the chair farther and farther away, screeching it across the floor horribly), moves his lantern first to the table, then covers the space in a few more paces to bring his drink over too. Only one usable hand still after the ferry incident, so he has to do things in batches.]
Only got the one bottle but the spirits can get you more. This one's pretty good if you want one like it.
[Well, pretty good for this place. It's recognizably beer. He'll take it.]