[b]"That's if there even [i]is[/i] a disease going around in Ylisstol,"[/b] Xanxus suggested, no difference in his tone of voice or sitting position. As much as he was skeptical about the sole messenger and apparent situation occurring within the capital, there was truly not a single shred of care in him. Maybe death would teach those greedy people a lesson. Raising a brow at Darrian, he shook his head as his friend advised the innkeeper to bring more brandy to their table, though, insisting that he too would indulge in the drinking. [b]"It's been awhile since I've drank with you. With all those women, it didn't go so well last time."[/b]

Xanxus gave off a dagger of a glare as Darrian giddily patted him on the shoulder and continued to urge the man to drink, having only seen this part of his friend ever so rarely. He sighed, finally deciding to let himself loose for the sake of his friend, setting his feet back to the ground and sitting normally as the innkeeper quickly returned with more brandy. He took up the flagon and quickly peered into its contents, groaned as he took a big swig. He hadn't immediately felt the effects of the brandy yet since he was exceptionally tolerant to alcohol, but enough of these and he would soon become one of those idiots that were scattered all among the rest of the tables. [b]"Might as well forget about my marriage arrangement with Verte, I don't favor becoming nobility."[/b]