the convivium began at 7:30. our wines had already been separated, and i had been handed a bottle of the worst possible. that in itself was enough to start the war, even though my own brother was at the head handing out the drinks.
if wine grapples his brain, he will not need to be chased, so he said, but i did not agree. the sword was the only answer for him.
Love the darkness.
And the humour.
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