'Just trust me. Like old times!'
'... Okay…'
"TO YOUTH!" Rathe shouted aloud, raising his tankard to the sky. "While the young make up the future, us old farts have to cling to all the youth we have left! Let's enjoy ourselves while we're allowed!"
"To youth!" Following along, Nixt raised his tankard and looked to Hurman.
Sighing, Hurman offered a soft, genuine laugh as he did the same. "To youth!"
"To youth! …"
While the other three chugged their drinks, Vloz let his goblet linger in the air for a moment. His mind was busy running every possible scenario and seeking every possible outcome. He only downed his drink after coming up short time and time again compared to Rathe's reckless plan.
"Cheers! This a time to enjoy and recuperate. Soon, we'll be bloodied on the battlefield, so we should make memories while we can!" Rathe shouted again, elbowing Vloz as he did so.
