[ Moderation is for suckers as Strange pours himself a fair amount of White Gull in his mug. It's pretty obvious to Lambert that if Strange actually drinks all of this, he's going to end up vomiting in the bushes fairly quick, no matter how hard he bullshits about whatever nonsense he's drunken back home. Strange, for his part, is entirely unaware of just how drunk he's going to end up.
He muses over the choices for a moment before settling on, ] Griffin. After all, that's the one I know the most about, there's less for you to explain with that one.
[ Wraiths or sirens could be anything. But thanks to their goofing around and making sand monsters at the Celebration, Strange at least has a vague idea of what Lambert's griffins look like. Strange takes a large sip of his drink, satisfied by his decision. ]
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He muses over the choices for a moment before settling on, ] Griffin. After all, that's the one I know the most about, there's less for you to explain with that one.
[ Wraiths or sirens could be anything. But thanks to their goofing around and making sand monsters at the Celebration, Strange at least has a vague idea of what Lambert's griffins look like. Strange takes a large sip of his drink, satisfied by his decision. ]