I trudged through the seemingly endless hallways, fatigue weighing heavily on my eyelids. I was so exhausted that I figured I'd just collapse wherever I landed.
But then, I stumbled upon a room filled with rows upon rows of wine and liquor bottles.
It must've been the Cellar Anouz talked about during out negotiations.
I recognized the dimly lit space from what he had mentioned.
The place was surprisingly well-maintained, with organized shelves displaying a variety of used and unused bottles.
"I wasn't always a drinker," I mused, running a hand along a dusty shelf, "but I do miss the taste of alcohol..."
My eyes landed on a collection of gleaming canteens. I picked one up and gave it a sniff. New and unused. Perfect. I selected a bottle of expensive vodka and poured myself a generous serving.
"It's better to find a nice view outside to share this commemoration," I decided, tucking the canteen into my pocket.
