"Again?" Charlie said, still grinning from ear to ear, this was the dream. Well, apart from Erryk. "You are a lady of many, incredible talents, Vivien." He added as he placed his free hand on her forearm softly, growing slightly braver with each cup of wine, and at this rate, he would be Aemon the Dragonknight in no time. With the other hand he drank once more, slightly less efficiently than last time, fortunately for the young Roxton he was quite a big lad and as such was not yet suffering too badly from the effects. The whole time he acted as if Erryk didn't exist, ignoring the Pearsacre boy.
[[1d21 Charlie]]
[[1d21 Vivien]]