Angel's Share was finally starting to wind down, civilians finding their way back to their homes, drunken merchants finding no relief in their crashing stocks. The alcohol had a way of sending all those who yearned for an escape back to their homes, warm lights and soft pillows awaiting their return.

Except for one:

Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, Knight of Boreas, Varka.

The grandmaster was more than drunk enough to forget everything in all but the next ten years, his head lolled against the bar, forearm lazed up, waving for another drink.

Varka was widely known across Monstadt as the man who singlehandedly led eighty-percent of the Knight's expedition force across Tevyat with one single goal in mind; to fight off a force unimaginably horrifying to the common man and come back home to drink some good wine.

The same Varka who was now needlessly drinking.

"I'll tell ya'.. the Wild Hunt, they were tough. No match for me, though."