The elf is confused by all of the suddenly outstretched hands crowded around the table. He spots the fresh tankards of ale and shrugs his shoulders, grabbing one and downing it.
Through the buzzing of words he overhears the word 'dragon' repeated several times.
The elf puts one hand on the hilt of his sword, "<Hic!> There's another dragon? Where? <Hic!>"
Seeing none, he responds to Ubaar, "We'll need a big fly-swatter for those hovering little <Hic!> devils. You're a holy man of sorts, can't your God grant you some kind of big explosion magic to bombard them with?"
"Healer? There's a big <Hic!> church in town. I can <Hic!> show you where it is. I think the greedy <Hic!> priests charge money for healing though."