Did you know your door was unlocked?

[salvatore_underfoot]

WHO: Salvatore and Alayre Sauveterre
WHAT: Sal just wants to say hi
WHEN: Same night as mage drinking party
WHERE: Sauveterre's Office
NOTES: None Somebody's lost his shirt by the first tag, and it wasn't the drunk one.

Are you busy, Knight-Commander? He hopes not, because Salvatore is an unfortunate lightweight who took advantage of the wine in the healing tents. After the fourth ... fifth? Oh no. Was it more than that?

Shit.

Where is he?

Turn left?

Yes. This is it.

The tents got too hot. Too many people. Too much noise. Stifling. He needed cooler air. An argument starts up in his head, and he starts muttering angrily to himself as he staggers to a doors, bypasses knocking in favor of throwing it open, and jabbing a finger at whoever or whatever may be inside.

"And another thing! You can't put grapes and carrots in the same salad. It's not right."

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[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal swishes his tea around, stirring up the fumes so they waft up from the mug. "A better leader would have stuck around to see this thing through."

He leans forward over his knees with a sigh and regards Sauveterre with concern. This is not the time to start doubting. "It will take time. You can't rush anything. But you're reaching out. That's something. And you've made an impression already." Sam's assurances about the Knight-Commander earlier had been been something of a comfort.

[equanimiti]

"Have I truly?"

The question seems more rhetorical than anything else, almost as if Alayre is doubting his very existence. He must look a tad forlorn now, gloomy even. There's clearly something on the Knight-Commander's mind that triggered these thoughts but Alayre is too guarded to speak of them now.

"In truth, I feel like nothing more than a wanted agitator." He admits as he rubs his hand against his neck. The poor man is feeling a tad stiff.

"Many seem unwilling to believe that change will come. Too many believe I merely wish to cause havoc and nothing else."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Prove them wrong!" Salvatore throws his hands wide when he says that. Consequently, he also throws the last of his tea out of the mug and across the floor. The mug would have gone with it, if the handle weren't hooked around his finger. He doesn't seem to notice as he simply sets the mug on the desk as if this were perfectly normal.

He feels fine, until he moves. Then everything swims sideways until he can refocus again. He gives the Knight-Commander a bemused look. "It's not going to get better if you keep rubbing at it."

[equanimiti]

A surprised gasp escapes Alayre once the fool mage tosses the tea across his stone floors. He gives Salvatore an incredulous stare before suddenly letting out a slight chuckle. "Praise the Maker! You are drunk." He manages to get out in between snickers. Eventually his chuckles die down as he rises from his chair.

"I should make you clean that but I'm a kind host." He leans over to Salvatore and pats him on the shoulder with a smile. "But yes, I shall prove them wrong. All of them."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Salvatore does not pout when Sauveterre laughs. Well, not much. Nor does red burst over his cheeks and across his nose. "Not that drunk. Some. A little!"

He sits back when the other stands, and drops his head back so he can look up. "Then I've done my job here." He doesn't even remember what he's said now. But the Knight-Commander is smiling, he's glad to see it, and that seems important somehow.