"What exactly are you offering me here, Siderius?" Quinlan started to wrap himself back up with the bandages.
"A way out. To never have to feel the shame of your accursed deformity ever again."
Quinlan didn't answer immediately. He took his time finishing the wrap. As for Siderius, he collected his tools and cleaned up the remaining materials on the ground.
The cursed noble opened a closet inside the room and brought out a fancy green glass bottle. Then he took out two small glasses with fancy craftsmanship from his belongings.
Quinlan sat at the table inside his room and placed the bottle and glasses down.
"I spoke that way many times before." Quinlan filled up the glasses and invited Siderius to join him.
"Liquor from the Canary Rainforest. It was made from sugarcane. The people there have a specific way to make alcohol. The liquor is much stronger and more harsh compared to our ale."
"Sugarcane, huh?"
