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[aenseidhe]

WHO: Iorveth & Kostos
WHAT: Combat training, but with booze and prying
WHEN: Somewhere in Cloudreach
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: idk booze and losers

[ "by the time you start getting into bar brawls, you're likely to already be shitfaced, but there's no guarantee the other will be."

that's iorveth's rationale for giving kostos shot after shot of hard liquor before today's training session kicks in (maybe taking just one or two himself). and it is true, the man needs to be able to fight while blitzed, as that's normally the state he's in when his fights come up, and if there were no secondary interest, he likely would have done this at some point anyway.

it just happens that it might make it slightly easier to get straight answers out of the man this way.

they're about twenty minutes in to kostos wobbling around and trying to hit targets and dodge sweep arms and legs without busting his ass or getting clocked on the side of the head, when Iorveth segues from instruction, commentary on form and the occasional piece of shit-talk, to one of those questions he'd like a clearer answer to. ]

Agathe dead and Elise as far behind as she is, we're only left with the conservatives, aren't we? [ well, and the bland one, but we all know that one's likely to be well tanked by the inquisition by now. ] That'll likely end with a return to the Circles eventually, won't it? Watch your footwork.

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[exequy]

Watch your footwork, [ Kostos grumbles mutinously through his teeth—because alcohol does a bit to lower his defenses, but the personality hidden behind all of those defenses is still unruly and combative. Less dignified, though, given he's mumbling like a rebellious teenager.

He does fix his feet, though, looking down to make sure his tipsy estimation of where his feet are matches with where they appear to be, and then, so fixed, he lifts his chin to almost smile. ]

You'll look nice in robes.

[ You know. When the Circles are back. ]