(OOC: Demitri's a crow, not a raven. Same stats though. Why'd he go all the way over there for booze though? There's gotta be plenty of closer folks in the crowd with alcohol in hand. And don't forget, dwarves have an extra +2 on saves versus poison, like alcohol.) ^_^
Alaric responds to Estelle "Oh, I ran into a roadblock with some o' my research, an' couldn't figure out a few spells that would've aided my crossbow. I'm a fair shot, but na'so good as warriors like Valen or Muzdum, who've trained seriously at it. I just have talent 'n' practice."
He finishes up some background details of the painting, then adds "I s'pose I could've seen how far I could'a gotten anyway, but it didn't seem worth it without much chance o' goin' more'n halfway. So I'm paintin' t' pass the time between shots. I messed up Shayuri's 'n' Muzdum's pictures rather badly, but I've finally gotten my muse back. Oh, Shayuri is...well, somebody odd that followed me from Master Entan's speech, an' now she's o'er there, havin' words with 'er father. I get the feelin' she's either takin' a fancy t' me somehow, or reeeeaaaallly creepy an' stalkin' me fer who-knows-what but can't be nothin' good." Alaric whispers these last two lines.
Veering off of that unsettling line of thought, Alaric says louder and chipper, "So, ya have a good trip? Want my bird t' fetcha some booze like 'e finally did fer Muzdum? And d'ya think this homely face stands a chance o' gettin' anywhere with Her Ladyship o'er there?" He gestures towards Lady Devera out in the field as she addresses Muzdum. "I figure if I don't win a lordship 'ere, mebbe I can get one another way an' loaf off instead o' workin' fer Entan my whole life one way or 'nother," he says with a silly grin. He really is quite homely looking, too.
He faces the archery field for a moment to cup his hands and shout "SHOW THA' TARGET AN' THEM JUDGES WOT FOR, MUZDUM!" in rough Dwarven.
By this point, Alaric is putting away his painting supplies, finished and considering whether or not he should go see where the others wandered off to, or why the stranger was berating the almost-equally-unknown Shayuri.