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[ not the end of the night... tragically, by this point, Messmer has realized that he underestimated just how potent the contents of this bottle were (it looks completely average?) and that he's had too much of it, while also being completely helpless to do anything about it besides drink water. Which he is doing. Or, at least, one of his snakes is, taking big gulps from a little glass dish sitting on the table. Someone must have gotten it for him; he doesn't look like he wants to move from this spot. ]

Thou'rt... Edamura. [ he's never actually said this name out loud before, and his pronunciation probably leaves something to be desired in his current state, but he's trying. He's making a guess based on Edamura's voice, seeing as his seeing eye snakes are slightly out of commission at the moment. ] Speak, then...