The clinking of bottles now was something that he missed; for some, it was the noise; for others it was the sounds of the bar, but he was far from that right now. Out on the hill, there was nothing around him for miles in each direction. It was simply the rolling hills covered in grass that when on for as far as he could see. It was a piece of mind that only came from the fact that was no one around you to bother you, and no one was trying to mess with you. Taking out a set of bottles and resting them on the ground beside him, each one seemed to be a darker liquid than the one that came before it, each with the label peeling and pouring off; each was a bottle that had been mixed so many times that there was no point to the labels. He was out here to drink and drink was something that he was going to do, taking off his bow and resting it on the grass on the side of him. Unlatching his cloak and folding it on the ground, he grabbed the first bottle and uncorked it with his teeth, spitting the wood out into the fields. At least they had used good wood for that might have been cherry or maybe maple.
"Good wood." Taking his first swig in a long time and letting that mixture of drinks work its way down his throat. That might have been some gin, some whiskey, and possibly a bit of beer mixed into it at this point, and he wasn't too sure if it was more poison than drink, but it was still something. He could put down half the bottle in just that one swig before pushing it into the ground on the side of him as he looked over the hills of Pormont. It was nice to find a place like this, a place far from the noise of the capital. It almost made him think of other things and other places for a second, but that was a memory pushed far to the back of his mind. He looked older, and that could have been the beard he was sporting now or it might just be that his equipment seemed to be more worn now. Downing the rest of the bottle in one long drink letting it pour into his stomach before he tossed it back into the pile. "At least the mixes are still good." Taking out his pipe and little it up as a thin line of smoke connected him to the sky. "One bottle down......I wonder if..." It was a thought but one that was cut short.
"Good wood." Taking his first swig in a long time and letting that mixture of drinks work its way down his throat. That might have been some gin, some whiskey, and possibly a bit of beer mixed into it at this point, and he wasn't too sure if it was more poison than drink, but it was still something. He could put down half the bottle in just that one swig before pushing it into the ground on the side of him as he looked over the hills of Pormont. It was nice to find a place like this, a place far from the noise of the capital. It almost made him think of other things and other places for a second, but that was a memory pushed far to the back of his mind. He looked older, and that could have been the beard he was sporting now or it might just be that his equipment seemed to be more worn now. Downing the rest of the bottle in one long drink letting it pour into his stomach before he tossed it back into the pile. "At least the mixes are still good." Taking out his pipe and little it up as a thin line of smoke connected him to the sky. "One bottle down......I wonder if..." It was a thought but one that was cut short.
