[ Lyney shuffles with a deft hand, comparing his craft to boxing. If Wriothesley were any less peeved at the moment, he might see the similarities, too. As it stands, he scoffs. ]
Are you even old enough to drink yet, boy? [ He knows full well Lyney is 19, perfectly legal for drinking, but he needs some kind of means of regaining ground. ] I'm meant to uphold the law, not tread all over it.
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Are you even old enough to drink yet, boy? [ He knows full well Lyney is 19, perfectly legal for drinking, but he needs some kind of means of regaining ground. ] I'm meant to uphold the law, not tread all over it.