[ Bariyan sticks close to Koltira, almost leaning against the other man as the wine starts to hit him. He wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand, laughing quietly again, secure and content in Koltira's hold. For now, at least. ]
Where are we going? [ He shivers again, though he tries to repress it. ] Somewhere warm, I hope.
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Where are we going? [ He shivers again, though he tries to repress it. ] Somewhere warm, I hope.