[ there's a couple knights at the bar down the way who have just plain had way too much to drink. between annoying rounds of song and spilling all over the floor, punctuated with irritating bursts of laughter, they've been driving the few other patrons in here crazy, and the bartender finally tells them they've had enough. which only means that the one floats a bottle off the shelf and into his hand with magic when his back is turned. they crack up laughing and not much longer, have both passed out and slid off their stools. the bartender makes a call and eventually a woman in deep blue robes enters the room, looking around uncertainly, as if she's not accustomed to this particular facility of the castle, before the bartender points to the floor where the bodies are sprawled. she steps around tybalt to get a better view of them. ] Oh! I see what you mean. [ she looks at the bottle lying empty on the counter ] ... I suppose it doesn't help that they were downing ogre mead.
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