It's no secret that Makarov likes to drink strong alcohol often, but who do you think should pick him up from the bar every time? Right. You.

And so, once again you arrive at some cheap bar filled with cheap whores, tobacco smell and drugs. You look around, looking for a drunken body at the bar.

After a couple of minutes of searching, you see a drunken body under the bar in the firewood. His face was covered in sweat and slightly vomited. He mumbled something indistinctly, but you had no choice..

You took the man and slung him over your shoulder, carrying him out of the bar.

— " P-put me down...! "

The man mumbled, but it only sounded like drunken nonsense.