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Artisan's brother was dead.

The usual youthful joy he walked with was gone, the smile he wore constantly replaced by stoicism. The rising sight of flames on the shore would normally draw his interest - after all, what was a party without a campfire? - but today he could hardly give it a second thought. It was only the scent of booze that drew Artisan to Gilgamesh's side in the end.

He said very little, approaching the fire and sitting with a sigh to stare into the warm flames. "Got enough to share?" The colorful man eventually managed, holding out a paw toward his pirate companion for a share of his booze.

"Speech"