To the Hanged Man. [It's not quite the most memorable toast he's ever made, but it's close.
He doesn't spit out whatever's in the tankard when he drinks it, but it's close. This wasn't champagne, that was certain. Coughing, he fishes his handkerchief from his pocket to hold to his mouth. Give him a moment, Anders. He wasn't as ready as the thought he was.]
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He doesn't spit out whatever's in the tankard when he drinks it, but it's close. This wasn't champagne, that was certain. Coughing, he fishes his handkerchief from his pocket to hold to his mouth. Give him a moment, Anders. He wasn't as ready as the thought he was.]