Octavius opened his eyes and tried to move, forgetting he was tied up. Reasling, he sighed and looked up into the night sky. The double moons looked down upon him, gently filling the sky with a mellow white and blue glow. Around it, stars filled the sky, creating patterns and works of art.
Looking ahead, Alfred sat on the floor, leaning against the railing, staring up into the sky. "Hey." Octavius called out, breaking Alfred out of his thoughts, "Can I get a drink?" Octavius knew he was being rude, but for some reason, he could tell that Alfred wouldn't care in the moment.
Looking at him, Alfred nodded, grabbing a small wooden box. Sitting in front of Octavius, he pulled a small leather pouch he had strapped to his waist and held it to Octavius's lips. He could tell how much Alfred had been drinking from how empty the container was. The wine was strong with a sour taste, something that royalty wouldn't drink, but was saved for the sailors and common people.
