Even the most tense battlefield must allow for a moment's respite; neither side of the war is robotic, and resting is inevitable.
Inside the fortress, Ali was holding a bottle of unlabeled strong red wine, drinking it intermittently. Beside her, her assistant and close friend was drinking generously from a wine jug.
The amber-colored liquor slid from the corner of her mouth, staining her fur and emitting an enticing aroma.
"Ha! What a thrill!"
Number One put down the wine jug and shouted in a near roar.
Ali was long accustomed to this scene; she didn't even raise her eyebrows when she roared.
"Captain, you don't seem particularly enthused."
After Number One emptied her drink, she leaned close to Ali, her face brimming with curiosity.
"Thinking about that man who disappeared again?"
Ali waved her hand with a tinge of intoxication in her tone.
