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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 917320" data-attributes="member: 2292">Sunday, August 27th, 508 AF, continued It takes nearly an hour to bring Yip back to consciousness, Geoffrey having used many of his more powerful healing spells in the fight against the townsfolk.  Young acolytes from Bellhold's church are summoned, and the kobold is housed in one of the finest rooms in the Bell and Clapper until such time as healing magic can be applied.  When Yip does open his eyes, the first thing he sees is the shiny, moonlike face of the local acolyte of St Cuthbert.  For a moment Yip struggles, remembering the young clerics appearance at the door with glowing eyes, but soon the sound of revelry reaches his ears.Bellhold is having a celebration."Yip hurt," Yip mumbles, his body still covered in bruises."My apologies," the moonfaced cleric says, his tone verging on the reverential.  "I had little power remaining, only enough to bring you back to consciousness.  One of my brothers is running back to the temple to collect a pair of scrolls that will complete the task.""Town safe?" Yip asks.  The acolyte nods.  He appears to be on the verge of explaining more, when the door to the room burst open and a slightly drunk Blarth wanders in."Yip awake," Blarth roars in delight.  "Yip come drink with Blarth.  Come make merry with town."A mug of Mead is pushed into the confused Yip's hands before Blarth disappears back through the door, roaring the news of Yip's consciousness to the lower levels of the tavern.Yip sits in bed, bemused and aching.  He sniff's experimentally at the mug in his hands, detects the scent of honey."Safe to drink?" he asks cautiously, looking at the acolyte.  The young man nods eagerly, and an uncomfortable silence settles between the two.  Yip waits quietly, sipping at his mead and wondering when the cleric will give him something that resembles an order.  The acolyte simply looks at him in a mixture of concern and awe, amazed at the punishment the kobold took in the process of saving the town.A minute passes, and the only sound that's heard is the drunken singing of Blarth and several townsfolk.  Yip sips cautiously at his mead, and finds the taste pleasant in a musty kind of way."Perhaps," the acolyte says eventually, "we should go join the celebrations?"Yip nods, pulling himself out of bed.  "More drink downstairs?" he asks, shaking the empty mug.  "Certainly, follow me."Downstairs, Halgo and Geoffrey are sitting at a table as they observe the festivities.  Blarth seems focused on becoming the life of the party, the half-orc attempting to meet every townsfolk that has crammed itself into the Bell's large taproom."He's recovering from the disappointment well," Geoffrey muses, watching Blarth engage the very drunk town mayor in conversation.  "I thought we were going to have to restrain him when they told him that Utrish's verbal agreement wasn't legally binding."Halgo doesn't answer, just watches the crowd with a frown of intense confusion on his face."There's something wrong here," Halgo says.   "I can't place my finger on it, but there's something wrong.""Like what?" Geoffrey asks, sipping at a mug of ale."I don't know," Halgo admits.  "There's something in the air though.  Maybe it's just the after effects of the crystal leaving a strange taint in the way people are acting.""Certainly something strange there," Geoffrey says with a grin.  He points across the room where Blarth is in the process of kissing a young maiden, recognisably one of the Mayor's entourage.  Even more surprising is that the chamber maid doesn't slap him when he lets her go, but rather pulls him forward for another kiss before he's even caught his breath."Who'd of thought it?" Geoffrey asks.  "Seems there may be someone for everyone after all...."He pauses when he sees the look of abject horror on Halgo's face."What?" Geoffrey asks.  Halgo doesn't answer, just gazes around the room with the same look of terror plastered upon his features.  Geoffrey follows his gaze, his features a mask of confusion.  There's no danger here, nothing frightening.  Just a group of townsfolk celebrating, having a good time, and getting to know each other better.Then it hits him.  Many patrons through the inn appear to be getting over friendly.  Very overfriendly."Oh no," Geoffrey says."Yep.""Are you sure?"Halgo points at Blarth and the flush-faced maiden in his arms."Can you explain that any other way?""It was watered down?" Geoffrey mutters.  "How much effect could it have watered down?" "Who know?" Halgo shrugs.  "Normally, I'd say the effects should be minimal.  Very minimal.  But these people have just had their will messed with in a strange and unknown manner, and they've spent a good deal of time in each other’s heads.  They could be very sensitive to mental influence for the next few days.""Dammit."Halgo breaks out into a grin, pointing at the mug in front of Geoffrey."I think you'll be safe," he says.  "But to be on the safe side, you might want to stop drinking ale for the evening. It may well be time you learned the joys of wine and mead."Halgo's laughter echoes out across the room as Geoffrey assumes an expression of outright terror.</blockquote>

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