It's what I know

Nathaniel nodded in agreement at Frankie’s words, and pushed back the last shot he’d ordered that he hadn’t drunk yet. It was time to wind down, as much as the idea of flirting with someone didn’t terrify him at the moment, he also wasn’t about to make a fool of himself by trying to flirt with someone at the moment.

A nice little cosy corner was found, and a glass of water for rehydration, though he wasn’t sure if he trusted the water of Kirkwall, especially that of the tavern they were in, but if he didn’t hydrate he also knew what the next morning would mean. A hangover was one thing, but a hangover while also dehydrated would be a nightmare and he knew it.

There was a part of him that thought about leaving the tavern, but it was late and although Glacaus knew the way home, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk passing out while flying on his Griffon. Before Frankie left him to recover, Nathaniel couldn’t help but impart some closing words to the man.

Ya know, you’re a good man, I’m sure someone somewhere is missing you. Did he mean it? Probably, but he was also feeling very touchy feely with the stage of drunk he was at, and felt like just saying goodbye to the man who he had bonded with, was too impersonal. Soon he was snoring away in the corner and eventually the barkeep would help the very inebriated grey warden to a room.