Clearly, they were all dead drunk, their hearts brimming with overwhelming emotions—perhaps this was what people meant by feeling timid upon returning to one's homeland.
Back in this place that was both familiar and strange, a complex tangle of emotions made everyone seek comfort and escape in the bottle.
Ethemon looked helpless as he supported Astarion, who had long since gone limp like a puddle of liquid, completely lacking self-control and waving his hands restlessly about.
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