(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Bront]

"Um, barkeep, can you get this man some coffee?" Vanitri points to Michael.

Vanitri whispers to Michael "You look like you're seeing a little more than you should. I suggest staring at the middle."

 

[ajanders]

*Lasair laughs.*

"No, silly! Zij is just the debt of honour that you incur to someone."

"Snot that. Canbe that. Smy fault, cos I should know, an'I don'."
Michael considers the concept of zij for a moment.
"So I owe you zij, cos iss my fault!"

"Um, barkeep, can you get this man some coffee?" Vanitri points to Michael.

Vanitri whispers to Michael "You look like you're seeing a little more than you should. I suggest staring at the middle."

"Am not. I talk to th'donkey. The donkey was very wise. Donkey reminded me 'bout disciplining lassivi--lacious--."
Joe arrives and looks at Michael and his mug in disbelief. The mug disappears, to be replaced by a steaming cup of coffee and Joe goes back to the bar, muttering that pint glasses and dwarf whiskey are a dangerous combination.
"Lascivious thoughts."
Michael finishes the sentences carefully and rewards himself with a sip from the cup.
"No more salt.".
He sips it again.
"Now'tastes like coffee..."
He regards the cup fixedly, perplexed by this phenomenon, then recalls himself to the conversation.
"Donkey said 'Jus' think about her face being beautiful an not the res' of her.' Smart donkey."
He nods and raises his cup in a quiet toast.
"Yay smart donkeys."

 

[Patlin]

"Poison indeed." Ironwolf says under his breath.

"Once you finish your drink, let me help you find your room. Nothing refreshes the spirit and hones the senses like getting enough rest."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"What, the donkey said that my body is not beautiful? This donkey of yours has insulted my honour!" Lasair jokes with a smile.

 

[ajanders]

"What, the donkey said that my body is not beautiful? This donkey of yours has insulted my honour!" Lasair jokes with a smile.

"S'not my donkey...s'just a donkey. Never asked's name. He din't say anything about you, cos he'd never met you. Jus said don' think about it."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well what donkey would dare say such a thing!" Lasair pouts, "Wait, was it Latiaran? She's very mischievous, and she certainly likes to make fun of me when she can, but she's a good girl deep down."

[OOC: Latiaran is Lasair's pet donkey.]

 

[Bront]

"What, the donkey said that my body is not beautiful? This donkey of yours has insulted my honour!" Lasair jokes with a smile.

"I don't think donkey is the term I'd use for someone who'd say that" Vanitri jokes.

 

[ajanders]

"I don't think donkey is the term I'd use for someone who'd say that" Vanitri jokes.

"S'not that! Th' donkey never said anything about you! I did. Tol' the donkey you were like an angel...tol' the donkey you were so byooful it hurt t'look at you, cos you were like a princess 'n a story.
Tol' the donkey I liked your hair an the way you got all...bendy..."
Michael slumps forward, forehead thumping soundly against the table. After a moment, he begins to snore.

(OOC: I reserve the right to sober up quickly if an adventure appears.)

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Awww, how sweet. But I bet Latiaran didn't agree," Lasair says softly, hoping not to wake him up if he wanted to sleep off the effects of the poison-juice.

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton watches as Michael's body eventually gives into the alcohol and he falls asleep. "... Well, maybe he will not recall this which has passed."