General Sephiroth nodded his head. “Like I said, I suspect it was set up that way so as not to make all those around me suspicious.” He grinned. “What’s the point in drinking with your comrades if you can’t get drunk?”
Kalysto sighed. “Yeah, you’re right… they always have bigger things to worry about than some crazy Blood-Elf Warlock talking to himself about shit that doesn’t even matter to them.” He drifted off the path and headed for a large wooden platform-dock, seeming to know where he was going.
“Don’t worry about them though. Everyone has their own agenda, all the time.” He paused to ponder the statement. “Though the same could be said about anyone, really.”