[The whiskey amuses him, even though he doesn't show it on his face or elsewhere. Leaning over he takes the bottle and opens it, sniffing it carefully. Whiskey is something he knows a lot about, after all.]
I don't mind company. I was going to come looking for you in a little while.
[Money isn't much of an object to Keldran dignitaries, and good taste is knocked into young gods fairly early on. So it's a good 25 year old single malt.]
Really? [He takes a seat opposite Rory.] Everything alright?
[It won't be as good as his family's whiskey, but he's biased. It is still a good type and he appreciates the gesture so he finishes his own drink with a gulp before pouring out a glass for the both of them from the new bottle.]
Well, you mean besides seeing my brother like that? Yeah. It's fine.
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