That's right, chug the powerful sleepy wine, Rosinante. Cao Pi obliges, managing not to spill a drop even if he's getting a little animated in his movements.

"I am not up to date on our current population, either. As long as I keep seeing familiar faces coming back, I tend to...forget, I suppose, that there were others."

It's terrible to admit but it's true. Out of sight, out of mind, save for maybe two or three souls who left a much stronger impression.