"Hey brother! Come over here."
A man saw the captain sitting forlornly to one side, out of place amid the lively atmosphere, and took the initiative to invite him over.
The captain took a moment to realize the man was calling him. Since he didn't know the man, he planned to refuse. Unexpectedly, the man came straight over, half-pulling and half-dragging him to the drinking table.
"Here! Pour a cup for my brother."
With a wave and a shout from the man, someone immediately brought over a large wooden mug. Golden ale sloshed inside, creating a thick froth as the aroma of malt filled the air.
The captain licked his lips involuntarily at the sight. He recalled how he used to relax in taverns with his subordinates; since his fall from grace, it had been some time since he last had a drink.
Yet at that moment, he awkwardly waved his hand.
"I have no money…"
