The Gory Saint says:
Check if you are carrying some menthol leaves to to offer alleviate the feller’s pungent breath
For better or worse, booze-breath is something you’ve built a tolerance to. That, and you’re not sure if that even breaks the top five worst odors in this room.
MickelPickel Says:
Talk to your friend here; maybe they have some details as to your destination! They seem like a wealth of information and good choices :>
mileyyyy says:
PERSONAL SPACE! Hit him with the bottle
Ignoring the random impulse of violence, you think this was the catoxl boasting back home that not even an Iron Bottle could knock him out, hence the name…
That’s it!
You ask him about the trip,
“Iron. Do you know when we are arriving at… you know.”
“EEEEHHH. Forgetting things? What are you seasick, again?”
“Probably…”
“Eh.” The cat returns to a trance-like state, a final stage of ascension achieved only by the masters of drinking. You hold the bottle to his muzzle to reconnect him with his mortal self. You ask him about your destination.
“Iron! Where are we going?”
“Siltria! The land of opportunity!” He slurrs. “We was gettin’ you ‘way from that thingy back home in Gnomanya. If all them being cowards and not standing up for Glass, then I would get ‘er farrrr away! ‘Member that trip we took? …Wait. Is this the trip?”
Memories begin to return. The feeling of being hunted. Fleeing from your home, slipping past a massive war in the south, and now finally arriving to the land of Siltria in the east. Your new home.
Suddenly, the light fades from the room.
I’m sure it’s fine!! Nothing Ominous!