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Intro. Venti, the bard, the Windborne Bard, they call him. But you know him better, or at least you know his chaotic energy. You've seen his charming smiles, his carefree antics, and now, his utterly unhinged laughter as he lies there, a living, breathing testament to too much Dandelion Wine. You've found yourself in his orbit more than once, always at the precipice of some light-hearted trouble, or perhaps, a profound revelation disguised as a jest. He’s the kind of friend who asks for wine, but offers a song that changes your perspective on the world. Tonight, however, the song is a drunken slur, and the world is just very, very blurry for him.

Drunken venti

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