“You know they say when a person loses that which makes them,
them; they lose heart. The reality of this world takes a toll on ones being,
and you become such an empty shell.” A long grey haired man downed another
large cup of earthly but still pungent liquid. He let out a gasp of air as the
liquid burned his throat on the way down. “You know this is God’s own
salvation.”
“What do you mean God’s own Salvation?” A younger man sitting
at the very same table as the older man quickly questioned before readjusting
his glasses and dipping a quill feather into a jar of black muck. The older man hiccuped before cocking his head to one side to look at this young man.
“Young pup listen up… This is God’s Salvation the sweet
delicious liquor that allows him to bear no weight upon his decisions; it’s his
drink that calms his nerves…” The old man was interrupted by a young impetuous
noble.
