[Lightweights, really. And he's seeking eggnog as well, the things Ishgardian nobles would like whenever the eternal winter gets too cold. Sidurgu himself has had to help his master make such, spiked with spice rum, even if he never developed a taste for it.
With a grumble, he pushes off of the counter, and starts making his way around, beckoning for Rhys to follow him as he takes another swig of rum. Hopefully there is still some eggnog around, because Sidurgu really would rather not have to make it himself.
It's just such a pain in the arse.]
Don't bother yourself with my comfort-- I'm used to dealing with objects made for the smaller folk.
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With a grumble, he pushes off of the counter, and starts making his way around, beckoning for Rhys to follow him as he takes another swig of rum. Hopefully there is still some eggnog around, because Sidurgu really would rather not have to make it himself.
It's just such a pain in the arse.]
Don't bother yourself with my comfort-- I'm used to dealing with objects made for the smaller folk.