“Ah, yesshir, nuffin’ better than alch’l ta shate yer ang’r, ri’, Jutte?” Silja said, drunkenly, placing her right arm around Jutte's neck.

Jutte flinched. She had not drunk much in their time at the tavern, a single cup of ale, while Silja had drunk at least fifteen. Eloisa was the same as Jutte. Eloisa had drunk a single cup of ale, she was very particular about what she drank and how much.

“Do not mind Silja, Jutte… She is a drunk.” Eloisa said clear disappointment was present in her voice.

“But you like her, right? Like… Really like her, right?” Jutte said.

Eloisa sighed, “I do not recall how it happened, but we did get married… It was quite possibly the best and worst decision of my entire life… Silja is stupid, yet charming simultaneously, and I am unsure how.”

Eloisa started to babble on about Silja and her.

“So, do you think I could meet someone that makes me feel like you do with Silja, Eloisa?” Jutte asked.

Eloisa stopped talking about Silja for a moment, “Oh, of course, Jutte, you will most definitely find someone! He or she will be great, I am sure!”

Jutte was about to respond, but then suddenly, Silja jumped onto the bar countertop and started shouting, “I’wirr’ fi’ an’one ‘ere! Jus’ come a’me!”

Silja could barely even stand at this point. Eloisa simply sighed and pulled Silja down from the countertop.

“We have been here too long, have we not?” Eloisa said, “Let us be off then.” Eloisa added, as she pulled Silja onto her back and walked off with her.

Jutte stayed in her seat, she was deep in thought. Deep down, she thought that it would be nice to find someone to be with. However, she still did not enjoy the company of other humans, apart from a select few.

Jutte sighed and looked into her cup of ale, it was nearly half empty.