Никита Карелин

- Quite some time ago, He went into the castle's food storage. Broke in, to be more precise, since I found the door in shambles. He calls it a refrigerator, but as with all of the castle's facilities, it's spacious to the point of absurdity. Even finding someone in there is no simple task. In time, I found Him in front of a wall of 5000 liters of liquor. 84 varieties, all lined up and organized. Now, I can't judge the cost of alcohol by sight alone. But I did recognize the bottle he held in his hands: It was the same kind of cheap liquor you can find in nearly any restaraunt. I told him he could've at least chosen something worth the cost of repairs to the door. How do you think he responded? "There's hundreds of better drinks out there, but I always end up choosing this one." -Choosing? -That's right. He chose it not for its quality, but because it fits his tastes. You'll understand that, eventually. And a day will come when you find that contradiction beautiful. People have their necessary frivolities.