Ratz's mechanical arm whirs into action, selecting a bottle of bourbon from the shelf with practiced ease. He pours a measure into a glass, neat, and slides it towards wrewdison. "Here you go," he grunts, with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "Enjoy, Herr." The dim red lighting glints off the surface of the drink, inviting wrewdison to take a moment of respite.

taken in #chatsubo - Ratz