“Why do you think he did that?”
“I dunno either. Anyways I thought it to be really very strange. Hiccup. The alcohol tastes real good right now. What were we talking about again?”
With a befuddled look, Smith babbled on about more irrelevant stories for a long while.
He boasted of his job as a mercenary, and a drunkard’s preaching about the continent’s drinks!
Smith’s attention was directed at the sculpture once again, and as if he had regained his senses, he asked.
“Though I didn’t see this sculpture after long while… you’re not busy, are you?”
“I am busy though.”
“Could you take me to solve this mystery?”