josiah trelawny was never much of a real drinker. a con-man? maybe. a magician? most definitely. but he never considered himself a drinker. he could sit in lavish hotels, sipping expensive wines with the upper class, but he never really got drunk.

despite this, when he returned to the camp of the van der linde gang, he couldn't help but join in their fun as they drank by the fire.

"hello, my dear."

he greeted with a sickly sweet smile.

"i must say .. you look more wonderful than ever."