"Bring us more booze!"
One of the men sitting at Irene's table shouted, causing the woman's lips to tremble with poorly-hidden pride.
'To think they were all purist when we first met,' she thought, staring down at the huge number of her clan's officers who she was having a feast with.
A feast… Or rather a session of excessive drinking, where all of them forgot about the cups mere three bottles of wine in, opting to supply themselves with bottles to drink from instead.
After all, a mere cup was too small to satisfy the thirst of a mercenary who safely returned from the field of a battle!
"Don't hold back, men!" Irene cheered while raising her own bottle of an expensive wine high up in the air. "Today is the last day we drink together, so let's make it a memory none of us will hold on to!"
