C1814 Not Admitting to His Own Fault

At the Second Team's base camp, the hall was filled with raucous laughter. A group gathered around a round table, toasting and reveling, their faces flushed with the hint of inebriation.

"Come on, come on... let's drink up..." Captain Dylan, clearly in high spirits, lifted his wine cup with a boisterous laugh.

After clinking glasses with Dylan