“Only six hours? Then I can clearly fit in another three hours before needing to rest.”

It was a joke, however dry it might seem. If the others were asleep, then it left only them, and perhaps a drink wouldn’t be so terrible. Whatever this was, it didn’t seem like wine, but a single drink had never loosened him anyway; he had little to truly be concerned about.

Slowly closing the spell book, he made a small motion with his hand and pushed the book into the pocket plane. Once it was gone, he looked to him before holding out his hand for one of the glasses, the small smile on his lips again.

“A short break only. I was getting close to several items I have been working on.”