Just walked in and the stench is already unbearable. I can see them—huddled over wooden mugs, laughing like fools while they drown their potential in fermented rot. How can you claim to want a better future when you can't even face the present without a liquid crutch?
Every drop wasted is a step backward for the realms. We are remaking the world, and in that world, there will be no more stumbling drunks. Sacrifices must be made to ensure purity.