"So?" Milo offered the old man his drink. "Tell me about it. That Commander."
The old man's gaze didn't move, nor did any part of his body except for his hand.
The hand moved towards the pint, missed it, but ended up grabbing it.
Half of it was drunk right away in one gulp.
"Wowow... Um... You should probably slow down-"
"He decided... To enter the Demon Lord of Sloth's Army where he rose to the Rank of Commander. He was strong... Really really strong. He never gave in... He never screamed... He never begged for anything..." The old man brought the pint to his mouth, but didn't drink. He lay his wrist right above his upper lip. The pint covered his mouth. His gaze grew even more distant. "He never begged..."
Milo felt something was up. The way the old man was talking... It almost felt like he was reciting something he was told. Milo shrugged it off. It was story, so of course someone would have told the old man of these things.