Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191116050644

(@BTR180, everyone)

Bertram knew for a fact he could have hold his liquor better than he was doing now. What was it, his second Brandy? Why did he feel so strange? In fact, he didn't necessarily feel drunk. Hot, moreso. As if he could feel the sweat droplets on the back of his neck. He turned to Chenguang, who could see the formations of facial flushing on the Jinko. Otherwise, she seemed fine. What on earth was the matter with him?

He stands up and hits the ceiling. Wait. No he didn't. He blinks and twists upward, watching the ceiling seemingly changing location. A quick shake of the head, though, and the ceiling returns to its rightful place. He turns toward Praetor and speaks, "Did you mean what you said? When you spoke to Beorthric? That you wanted to seek alternatives?"