But Falair was still out. Well, she hadn't really left the Oasis area today. Leaning her back against a tall, leafy tree there were a few books scattered about near her bare feet. Her slippers tossed lazily nearby. Each book though was flipped open to one page or another. There were also several medium sized jars. The smell of alcohol wafted in the air from the small pile of empty ones, another pile had several that were still unopened.
She had been pouring over the books she had swiped from the Death library all day. A strange clansman had wandered by and offered to sell her the bottles of booze in exchange for some alchemy ingredients. While Falair had given up on being an Alchemist she still carried random things around with her just in case.
To say the least the Famine mare was quite intoxicated. She squinted at one page of a book for several minutes. A bottle of liquor in her other hand. Eyes lidded half way she pulled her gaze away from the book to stare at the bottle that was now empty. A light mumble under her breath. "I don't know....what Fai sees in this stuff....I would prefer a good hookah...." She hurled the bottle carelessly in a random direction.
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