a b c d e f you and your mom

Artisan accepted the second bottle as it was held out to him, taking a large swig and groaning as it burned his throat exactly the way he'd hoped it would. This pirate he barely knew, but any pack member who'd welcome him to his fire and share with him was booze was a good one. "It's not a good night in the slightest." He replied briskly, taking another quick sip of his drink. "I'm afraid after the Long Night, I'll never enjoy one again." Artisan's eyes lowered to the fire and he sighed. "How about you? How did you fare?" Artisan wasn't even sure why he was asking, but perhaps the draw of conversation could convince his sadness to depart if only for an evening.

"Speech"