What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Nairn snorted, Yeah, I didn't think to save your shit. My bad. He stared up at the ceiling, missing the dumbfounded expression on his friends' face.

Mmm. She wanted a kid, needed a donor. Promised it'd never be my problem. 'cept she sent the brat here. He straightened in his seat, eyeing the elf next to him.

Haulean. Apparently, Leilani was sick while I was gone. Couldn't afford treatment without my monthly child support, as I understand. He exhaled, reaching to open the bottle of rum.

Kid was screaming earlier. Letter from the brothel, I guess, 'aunties'. She's dead. And he was stuck with the child she'd always wanted. Got him settled. Fucked that up quite a bit.

And he couldn't go home. At least if he was drunk or worse, he'd have an excuse for not showing up at home. Though how, in the world, he'd excuse getting wasted to Megara...

Wasn't his problem right now. Hurry up.