[IC] The Great Meeting

Cusarit Castle

Under any other circumstance, Valerio would have been annoyed at anyone arriving late, but in all honesty to himself, he was relieved that there was someone else to whom Dras Ishay could talk. He had always been uncomfortable having one-on-one conversations with strangers, something certainly odd considering his career choice, and as much as he could control it when necessary, he always preferred to avoid such situations altogether. He nodded in recognition at King Willihiam and looked again at Dras Ishay.

"I suppose that would depend on what you mean by that. Sartoria has long allowed the consumption of alcoholic beverages, though only in the western and southern regions is there a culture of appreciation for it. Our eastern regions are desertic and find pleasure in other drinks, while the northern regions greatly depend on fishing and trade, so drinking is often frowned upon as irresponsible." He kept eating the noodles. "That is not to say Sartorians abstain from drinking when the situation is right, but you find that it is not that popular a drink."