Meserimus laughed heartily, 'oh Beer regret!' he chortled 'it is entirely because you've had too much beer, but the headache, the dizziness and nausea make you feel the regret. it had been decades since he had beer fear, that feeling when hungover that you were about to be violently sick. He had grown out of it a long time ago and was now able to look on the situation with a degree of fondness. 'A punishment from the gods for your over indulgence.' he chuckled

Meserimus smiled and clapped a large and aged hand on the young man's shoulder. 'All in your future' he chuckled again, 'All part of the journey from a boy to a man'

He looked out over the balcony 'Shall we settle the matter then? I can speak with your father and we can have a talk around easter to start to plan out the itinerary and what friend you intend to accompany you, I'm almost jealous!'

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