[He's had enough of talking about himself, anyway. There was little point in it; he was what he was, and to his mind, accepting these 'truths' about himself would only strengthen his resolve to do what was necessary, what was right. Koltira has found that it's much easier and simpler to protect people who neither care about nor like you.
And he wants that booze.
So he sighs and gets up, brushing flakes of ice off of his tunic as he does so. He's still wearing his greaves and boots, but the breastplate and so forth are in a pile nearby; a full complement of armor was too cumbersome for delicate carving work. Holding out his clean hand, Koltira wiggles his fingers in a mix of anticipation and irritation. Take-backsies are not honorable, bro.]
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And he wants that booze.
So he sighs and gets up, brushing flakes of ice off of his tunic as he does so. He's still wearing his greaves and boots, but the breastplate and so forth are in a pile nearby; a full complement of armor was too cumbersome for delicate carving work. Holding out his clean hand, Koltira wiggles his fingers in a mix of anticipation and irritation. Take-backsies are not honorable, bro.]
Give me that.