"Good luck indeed, especially where holes in the universe are concerned," Istradez says, his curiosity overtaking his original objective. He didn't think anyone on this moth could say truthfully that how they got there wasn't much of a story.
He leans across Sulen to take the flask back and pour it into the glasses; the knowing look in his eyes says he knows exactly why Ashari drank first, and that he isn't offended. He passes glasses to each of them and takes a sip of his own. "So how did you meet, before the luck that brought you here?"
[OOC: pour one out for the alternate universe in which Istradez became a dashing Andan diplomat, instead of becoming dead]
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Date: 2017-07-08 07:27 pm (UTC)He leans across Sulen to take the flask back and pour it into the glasses; the knowing look in his eyes says he knows exactly why Ashari drank first, and that he isn't offended. He passes glasses to each of them and takes a sip of his own. "So how did you meet, before the luck that brought you here?"
[OOC: pour one out for the alternate universe in which Istradez became a dashing Andan diplomat, instead of becoming dead]