drowning my sorrows

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Who didn't like a private island party? A one man party wasn't very fun at all, but he had traveled far too north from Auster to consider making even part of the trip tonight. Instead, he saw what looked like a structure on a small island from the mainland and made his trip over. The waters here were far warmer than he was used to even during the spring making it quite easy for the tipsy man to make the swim over. Alcohol was a part of his life now, though he was careful not to go too overboard. Tonight there was nothing holding him back, however.

He was at least somewhat smart enough to settle down within the dilapidated structure overgrown with various plants both inside and out. Shattered glass littered the floor and he was careful to maneuver around it until finding something to push it out of the way with. He was responsible, or at least tried to be, before settling in for another night alone.

The sun was setting and Sverre decided to watch from the beach while he drank. The air was warm for the northern native and so he grabbed the bottle he'd been working on and strode out to the beach, fully expecting to be alone. He had been alone, or so he thought, when he arrived some time ago. The place seemed otherwise vacant and hardly carried the scent of others, so he doubted he was on some claimed land. Sverre paused to take a swig of his drink before exposing himself on the beach, hoping the stranger would be at least tolerant of the idea of a visitor at least for the night.

Sverre dropped the heavy bottle that he carried between his jaws and it landed askew in the sand with a heavy thud, announcing his presence some yards away. "I hope you don't mind company."


"Speech!"