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The good wine? Machi scoffed,Reserved for the nobility, of course. We humble peons must make do with what we have. The man continued, dipping his head to nose the fermenting fruit, Although, it does smell rather strong.

As he lingered in the doorway, Machi's gaze drifted momentarily towards the room beyond, though his attention remained somewhat distant. The weariness of a mind once burning with anger now left with nothing but embers, a heaviness settling into his bones with each passing moment.

May I come in? he inquired with a sigh, his voice carrying a note of exhaustion. Without awaiting a response, he pressed his back against the wall tiredly.
So very, very tired.