You Make Me Wanna Fly

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Three bottles deep into his evening, the alcohol he'd purchased from the traveling trader hadn't been weak like he had suspected. He'd yet to find anything worth his time in this land but this man had proven him wrong. It was stronger than anything he'd had and closely resembled what he was used to back home. After the trader had been so generous to let him try a taste, Sverre eagerly purchased his entire stock and quickly sought to make camp for the night so that he could enjoy himself.

It probably wasn't very smart to climb to the top of the waterfalls to binge drink but that was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he wanted to drink until the sun came up and it hadn't even made it past the horizon yet. By the time he had gotten to the top however, the sun had nearly set and hardly any light cast over the land beneath. He made quick work of setting up camp since he didn't plan on staying longer than a night and sleep wasn't something he was planning on. What came of the morning he didn't know nor did he care to think about it.

Now that the sun had been set for some hours, Sverre giggled like a child at his puffin and fox as they struggled to get him away from the edge. He finally obliged, however it was only to slip in some mud near the river that became the waterfall. Bursting out into a fit of laughter as he splayed out in the mud, he didn't even try to get himself out. Seemingly frustrated, his companions left him to roll in the mud and he did exactly that and had a grand time doing it, as if the cacophony of laughter coming from a grown man wasn't clear enough.


"Speech!"