[ He sighs and meets Molly's can with his own before downing the rest of it. Thinking about his missing weapons always bums him out a little bit—the loss, yes, but also wondering where they are now. Who is touching them? Who is fighting with them? Or are they sitting somewhere gathering dust? All of these are bad outcomes. ]

Oh? I actually had three on me, but one is irreplacable. I'm not happy about my short swords goin' missing, but my long sword... that sword's my life. What m'I s'pposed to do without my life?

[ The drinks are so sweet that it does not feel like he's drinking alcohol. It makes it easy to pop open another in quick succession. With the alcohol going straight to his head, lightweight he is, the taste does not matter a lick anymore. The warmth flooding out from his belly is familiar and good. ]

Are you a dual wielder too?