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Stranger: Of coyrse.

With that, the Stranger begins moving. Soon, he'd lead them near a warehouse by the docks.

Stranger: Sometimes, the sailors leave behind their grub. And sometimes the sailors are drinkers.

He searches behind a few crates behind the warehouse, and pulls out a few bottles. He offers half of them to Milou.