Temperance looks over at Fip and said, “you drink so much do you even remember when you started?"
Fip looked down at his drink and reflected for a moment. “Yes, I remember my first drink very much. Not so much because of the drink but because of what happened after it. Let me tell you a story. I was 8 years old, and my dear mother found me in my father’s study. I had found a bottle of my father’s fey wine. I opened it and drank the whole thing. At first my father was upset I drank his last bottle of expensive wine. But he was impressed I kept it all down at such a young age. My dear mother was not abused in the least. That night when she put me to bed, she told me a story. She told me about the bagmen. She said, ‘there are these poor lost souls called the bagmen. No one knows who the first bagman was or how many there are. But there is one thing we do know. All the bagmen were once little children that misbehaved. They did something wrong, and a bagman came in the night and stole them away and used their magic on them to make them another bagman.’ I asked her how they would know who the bad children are. She replied, ‘the bagmen watch everyone from the shadows. They live in a place no one knows. But we know this about that place, it is connected to our world by any bag. Magic bags or regular bags. They watch us from inside the bags and when they see someone that acts out, they come for them in the night to take them away and make them another bagman. If you are not careful Fip, a bagman might come for you tonight because of your drinking your father’s wine today. And no matter how strong you think your parents are, we cannot save you from a bagman if they come for you in the night. You must not do bad things Fip, or you will one night be taken by a bagman and we will be sad.’ I did not sleep much that night because I was afraid a bagman might come. It was a long time before I had another drink because I was afraid of the bagmen. Later I heard that it was just a story. But remember we saw the bagmen recently. I wander now, was I just lucky back then that a bagman did not come for me.” Fip looks again at his drink and does not say anything else for a while.