A Glorious Wine Tasting

[heiresy]

[With the new Alliance came eager merchants and expanded trade routes. The Limsan wine makers and sellers snapped at the chance to expand their markets; and what better way to sell wine than a wine tasting? The tables were lined all around the ballroom, ready-set to host the moneyed of Ishgard.

The Lord Commander was certainly invited, and he felt obliged to accept. His wine cellars could use some replenishing anyway...

The merchants poured him a little glass at every table, pushing it on him. He drank every glass, and with each glass the next seemed more reasonable. He had worked himself at least halfway around the room before he was starting to eye a way out. His exit is cut off. Nowhere to run-

A woman with a tray of wine stands before him, offering it directly. He can't refuse. He takes it, trying to seem as sober as possible. He thanks her, stepping away. At least with a glass in hand, they aren't making him take up another.]

Comments

[sylphisticated]

[He should have just refused the other. Kiehl had never been much for formalities and the likes. He wasn't much for things like parties and was sure that he shouldn't even be here. Parties? Wine? Definitely not his comfort zone. Still; Aymeric had asked and he had obliged.

There's a bit of regret.

At least he's gotten by without having to actually drink yet. The scaled dragoon knows what his limits are and they aren't very high at all. They're laughable if anything.]

Sir. I feel as though there's a bit of a falter in your step. [Also can be read: You're drunk.]