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Message: <blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 2129853" data-attributes="member: 21465">"Surely 'tis a ruse." exclaims Thromgril as he uses his forearm to wipe spilt ale off of his matted moustache, "If'n  d'enemy believes dat this station is drunk 'n unawares, then they'll attack, and ........BOOM!", yells the dwarf, waving his arms in the air, spilling what little was left of his ale on the ground.  "Any warrior wit a lick of training c'n fight as well drunk as e'can sober.", he says, slapping his belly, which not coincidentally, is full of ale.  Thromgril continues to demonstrate just how unfit for leadership he truly is on into the night.  Forgetting completely that Skarsus is talking with their leader, he continually asks anyone who will talk to him if they are in charge, and when they will be riding out to....well, he's kind of fuzzy on those details, but he knows that cracking skulls is involved, as he explains.  He passes out (as always, when he is ready to pass out), and snores loudly until prodded to wakefulness.  If left alone, that could be weeks.</blockquote>