"So then I told him, 'Well that's funny because my boot says otherwise.'" Gerald concludes his story and holds out his tankard. In contrast to Roland's boisterous stories, Gerald tells the stories of his glory days in the war in a far more stoic and flat manner. "Drinks."
We all cheer and clink our tankards against Gerald's before tossing back some more of the bitter alcohol this particular inn offers.
We've already finished our meals and now, thanks to Gerald, our spirits are also being lifted.
Perhaps...it's our last chance for a bit of revelry before the end.
It doesn't feel so bad.
The atmosphere is warm. Friendly.
Roland is laughing at some joke Valentine made, while Celeste smiles slightly and Rhys has an arm over Lucas' shoulders as they talk.
...And I...
I turn my head to regard Lucas as he speaks with his old friend.
He looks a bit more alive.
Some color has returned to his face, at least.
