The Rozarrian hummed slightly, so quietly it was practically under his breath. "Yes... I suppose it has been." The fact that Vossler had not lived to see Ashe return to the throne had slipped Al-Cid's mind for a bit, perhaps because the man was so utterly devoted to her, Rasler, and their son here on Gaia -- not to mention to stopping Vayne, or so it seemed. He still wasn't certain of the details of the man's treachery, but he seemed to have turned over a new leaf; at the very least, Al-Cid's instincts were telling him to trust the man.
With a sigh and an exaggerated shake of his head, Al-Cid gestured around the bar. "In that case, you ought to make the best of it. There are none but myself and the barkeep here to see the fabled Dalmascan captain indulge, and it seems as though the good man has work in the back to do; he has left us the bottle."
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Date: 2010-02-16 07:33 pm (UTC)With a sigh and an exaggerated shake of his head, Al-Cid gestured around the bar. "In that case, you ought to make the best of it. There are none but myself and the barkeep here to see the fabled Dalmascan captain indulge, and it seems as though the good man has work in the back to do; he has left us the bottle."