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Characters: Vossler, Al-Cid
Progress: Ongoing.
Summary: Drunken makeover shenanigans.
Location: Lindblum
Date: Post-Event; February 1803.
Warnings: ...drunken makeover shenanigans?


After the events in Memoria, Al-Cid had taken up a room at the inn, simply because he was too drained to travel anywhere else. After about an hour of sitting in his room, the Rozarrian simply sighed and headed downstairs to the bar. Ordering something that his accent wouldn't allow him to properly pronounce, Al-Cid leaned against the bar, surveying the room and trying to decide if he wanted to stay at the bar or go to a more secluded booth. Really, the man was just trying to keep his mind busy for a bit.

The bar was mostly empty. Most of the patrons were likely with their friends and loved ones after the event, but Al-Cid was a lone Rozarrian noble in the middle of a strange world. Pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them into his shirt, he looked back at the bartender and ordered another drink.

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Up until now, the finer details of what transpired behind the scenes of Gaia's political arena had been unknown to Vossler. Sure, he knew that Vayne had amassed for himself the support of the public, but if he had convinced even the local monarchs of this false persona, then Al-Cid might not have been incorrect in comparing any attempt they made to counter the man with the Dalmascan resistance opposing Archadian rule. It angered him that fate had dealt this hand, even here. He would have preferred to be doing, rather than lying in wait.

Of course, that only made the small distraction that the Rozarrian provided all the more welcome.

"Perhaps," Vossler agreed, his gaze trailing to the glass of alcohol he had yet to consume momentarily. "I am afraid it has been far too long since circumstances have permitted me to indulge in such a manner."

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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."