"Does Master Fila... really know everything?" Catherine unconsciously lowered her voice, looking around as she spoke, "Is he really always watching us?"
"Who could know that," Pannis said, pursing his lips and tossing the parchment aside, "He himself has said he's not constantly watching. I don't think he's that idle. But to say he hasn't peeked? I don't believe that either. Time is such an interesting thing, hey Fila, are you watching now? If you are, send me a bottle of sixty-year-old Mackinway wine, I suddenly feel like drinking."
Pannis's sudden request left the girls helpless, and of course, no one was going to bring him the wine he asked for. Pannis clicked his tongue in regret and muttered a few words of dissatisfaction under his breath before grabbing a leather water skin lying nearby, taking a swig of the strong liquor inside. Clearly, from his expression, the mere liquor couldn't satisfy him as much as the finest wine would.
