[He barely feels the thrum of the liquor in his veins, and can't abide the waste besides so he simply keeps on with his, though the pace of his consumption remains unhurried. It's with a hint of amusement - a nod to the conversant topics of moments before - that he answers,]
Perhaps I'll take up carpentry.
[He isn't one for pleasant sojourns in foreign worlds. In no incarnation of his life has he ever been a man who could abide by idle days. There are monsters, evidently, to slay. Buildings to shore up against the storms. He wants to learn as much as possible about what follows his own future, and use that knowledge like a knifeblade once he's returned to Nassau. Anything else would be a betrayal.]
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Perhaps I'll take up carpentry.
[He isn't one for pleasant sojourns in foreign worlds. In no incarnation of his life has he ever been a man who could abide by idle days. There are monsters, evidently, to slay. Buildings to shore up against the storms. He wants to learn as much as possible about what follows his own future, and use that knowledge like a knifeblade once he's returned to Nassau. Anything else would be a betrayal.]