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"How does one make a city of unhappy people happy again?" Tyrion is sitting outside of a bar with a strange color drink in his hand. The Nexus is a very wonderful and exciting place from where Tyrion stands. And if there is one thing he loves about his visits here is a chance to experience something new to drink. And he just happens to be enjoying something that is very green in color and has a tiny umbrella. Sure, it is in a glass, and not a gold goblet or any other of the luxuries of being on the Queen's Council back in Mareen.

"I've been trying everything possible, and yet, Her Grace's subject is still quite unhappy. And if she finds out I've tried to placate one group of people, it only angered the rest." He lowers his head and he sighs while muttering under his breath. "I do hope she comes back soon to set things right." And he sounds like he craves a return to Westeros where he understands how the people there think and behave. Having a population of people that still see slavery as a means to an end is a lot different. So much for thinking them to be one of the same.

He lowers his head, and he takes a sniff of the sour apple flavored liquor. "And before one needs to ask, yes, I tend to think better when I'm drunk."

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Tyrion is now on his fourth glass of wine, he's since left the horrible green stuff to simply sit beside the empty wine glasses. And there is being drunk and then being too drunk, but the latter never was much of a bother for Tyrion.

He turns his head to give a drunken glance over to Brynja. "But here's the problem, I've never knew when to quit. I could be a head by a mile, but I like to see things to the finish." Tyrion looks at the half-finished glass of wine in his hand, and he goes to finish it.

"Oh, I'll wake up with a headache the next morning, but this is the impossible that needs to be seen to the end."