He downs yet another, then stops and burps.
"'scuse me. I'll talk. It started when i was eight. My parents were killed by a Death Eater named Kratos. He took me and my brother in and we trained with him. We became Death Eaters a year later and we did unforgivable things. Ever hear of the Knockturn Massacre?"
He sips his fifth.
He chokes down his fifth. He was surprised she had.
"Well, twenty wizards were killed. I killed them. That is were I met Monsieur D'Arque. I left the order and trained for two long years under him to become a mercenary. During that time, i had to defend the Hogs' Head from Death Eaters. Thats were I fought my brother... But then he was mauled by Remus Lupin, who was a werewolf that night....The same night he attacked arnold...The same night I saved arnold from him and vowed to kill all werewolves........"
He drinks his sixth and seventh. He starts to get tipsy.