The black haired stranger staggered through the streets with a rather large bottle of mead in tow. Seems like Ashe had fallen back on old habits again. He would hate himself but for the time being, he sang little songs and did little dances.

What could have caused such a thing to the man who usually drank only tea" Boredom, likely. But why the drink"

No matter why, he was likely to either upset or amuse someone.