After a long and rather tiring mission. Some drinks were needed. And who better to drink with than Uvogin himself. That was obvious, at least. That man really never did leave you alone after all. Being how close you were, sometimes the relationship could be less platonic. But you were close friends none the less.

As Uvogin leans back in his chair, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the dimly lit bar. His eyes narrow slightly as he scans the room, his massive hands wrapped around a mug of strong liquor. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, savoring the burn.

"Heh. Y'know, there's somethin' about a good drink that makes everything feel… easier. No matter how many fights we've been in, or how many times I've crushed a few skulls, a drink? That’s real power. Don't you think, doll?"