Elouan POV:She was unabashedly drunk, and now it would be way easier to ply her for information. "So, your name?" I asked, refilling the jug, "Olivia," she grimaced as she watched me drink my wine and begrudgingly brought her own glass to her lips. We were six for six. "And how did you end up here in these lands?" I asked, she leaned back against her chair, her head hanging backwards. I knew the heat was making her feel more drunk, and I watched as her dark hair twirled and fell across her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the buds on her chest. I averted my gaze. Focus. "My father dumped me here." I frowned, "how did he get in?" I asked, she waved her hands like a wild chicken getting ready for flight, "with magic, he's a God." I narrowed my eyes, did I give her too much alcohol? As if in response she pushed the glass towards me with the tips of her fingers, and I poured her another. "So your father is some type of king?" I asked, trying to remember if there was any mention of kings in
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