Easy to deal with.

Rasmus and Carrion went back to the mansion to have lunch together, and he had no choice but to welcome him since the mansion belonged to Garret, not him. Their lunch was a bit awkward and once again, Carrion had a few glasses of whisky to make him numb.

"How are you going to do it? You don't know anyone in this city," Carrion looked at Rasmus who was eating his lunch on the other side of the long table.

"Do you want to watch me do it?" Rasmus asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Better than staying in this place..." Carrion stared at the glass of whisky in his hand.

Carrion thought about what Rasmus had said about him, his pale skin and lack of sleep because of alcohol. He knew that he had to stop, but he didn't remember when was the last time he was sober, and he was a bit scared of facing the chattering in his skull.

"Good, let's go then," Rasmus stood up and put the napkin next to the plate.