Dorian walked at the front of the group with confidence.
That is to say, he was walking in a more or less straight line.
Which, considering his level of intoxication, already counted as a legendary feat.
His steps were only slightly unsteady. Barely.
Just enough for Max to watch him with extreme suspicion as they made their way through the streets of the black market.
"I cannot believe you're still functional after everything you drank," Max muttered.
He placed a hand over his stomach.
"I'm already feeling much better, but honestly, I think if I'd taken one more sip, my soul would've left my body."
Chloe walked beside him, observing their surroundings with renewed curiosity.
"I told you not to drink from the jug like it was water."
Max raised an eyebrow.
"It was only two sips."
"Two enormous sips," Chloe corrected.
Max thought about it for a second.
"…That is also true."
Ahead of them, Dorian dramatically raised one hand without turning around.
