Ah, they'd ended up here already...

Fanilly was of course aware Candaeln had a wine cellar, but she certainly hadn't expected to be down there so soon. Just drinking alcohol now, was it really okay?

Still having yet to remove her armor, the Knight-Captain shifted awkwardly as she watched Dame Cecilia simply open a cask and begin drinking in a rapid-fire fashion.

At the very least Fanilly knew [i]that[/i] definitely wasn't what she should be doing. It was a few moments later that Sir Renar retrieved a bottle and poured some for her as well. It was red, and while Fanilly's knowledge of alcoholic beverages was very limited she at least had a vague idea of what that meant.

And, thankfully, she knew what to do with wine before drinking it, swirling it briefly before taking a sniff. She had absolutely no clue how to interpret the scent, but at least she knew this was what someone was meant to do when drinking wine.

She listened to Sir Renar for a moment, still idly swirling the glass of wine as she did.

Wasn't it her job to keep control of the battle as much as she could?

It wasn't as if she could fully control everything. She'd studied military strategy, been tutored in warfare in preparation for her role. She knew that much was entirely impossible. But at the same time, these were the Iron Rose Knights, weren't they? Against bandits...

The monstrous figure of Jeremiah loomed in her mind. Her neck felt a little sore again, and after a moment's hesitation she took a sip of the wine.

It was sweeter then she expected, easier to drink then the last and only time she'd had wine prior.

"... I know," Fanilly said, quietly, after a pause, "I know it's impossible to control every element of the battlefield. Even Saledrin of Talderia wasn't able to do something like that. But..."

Her gaze drifted downwards.

"... Sir Rickert shouldn't have had to die..."

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