[ Eskander is a bit into his cups. As always. It's not that he really needs to be drinking all the time, it's more that he enjoys it. Besides, it makes life a bit easier. Gives him some quote-un-quote social lubricant. His chin is in his hand, eyes blinking lazily as he stars at Gilfrid from across the table. The tavern around them is full of the usual buzz and hum of travelers and the ebb and flow of conversation. He yawns lazily and then grins. ]
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Hey, Gil. Lean down here a sec.