For Rabastan, it's not that much of an act. He's no further in his cups than Kyle was—a little less, considering Elea's distractions.

But something's not right. He's been intoxicated before, and after all this time living here on Lunar the friends and relations of the Ausas should have seen him drunk at least once.

But tonight something is, well...

Something is off.

He's rubbing at his temples, and that rough breathing sounds...

Rather feral.