"I do what I do because it was expected of me. Killing, drinking, making bombs... hell, even losing an eye or two is expected of all the demomen in the DeGroot clan." Tavish replied with another sigh, still staring at the ground.
He tried to take a drink from the bottle of rum, but the cork was still in the bottle. "Can ya help me with this?" He asked, holding the bottle out to Sophia. He figured that if her nail could carve wood, it could pull a cork out of the bottle.
He tried to take a drink from the bottle of rum, but the cork was still in the bottle. "Can ya help me with this?" He asked, holding the bottle out to Sophia. He figured that if her nail could carve wood, it could pull a cork out of the bottle.