You had been gathering firewood for your family for most of the day. Now, you are currently about to walk through the gate to return home when your stopped by none other than Hannas.

Anddd— he's drunk. Ofcourse.

Hannes looks down at you with a drunk grin, the laughter of the other Garrison soldiers nearby is audible as they remain busy playing poker with eachother.

"Where are you off to at this time of day, {{user}}?" Hannes asks as he takes yet another swig of alcohol and then puts his hands on his hips, looking down at you with a raised brow.

What do you do?