At night, Lind poured himself a glass of precious wine from the former mayor of Prey Town, Ronin.
The glaze-colored bottle with its slender neck resembling a swan, was adorned with a few golden coils at its mouth.
The emblem etched onto the body of the bottle was that of some Old Nobility, perhaps with historical roots tracing back to legends of shields bearing family crests; but now, it merely served as an inexplicable decoration on a wine bottle.
There were no lacks of glass or silver cups, yet Lind preferred to use an oak cup, filling it to the brim, allowing the sour, sweet, and spicy flavors to flood into his mouth all at once, letting the spirit take over his mind.
The elegance of nobility had long been cast into the Abyss during those hunger-filled days, leaving behind only a spirit of hearty vigor.
Eat meat heartily, drink heartily, and then laugh boisterously.
"Ah, refreshing!"
The fine wine from the world before the apocalypse brought joy to Lind's heart.
