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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7397092" data-attributes="member: 6799460">With a little assistance, the dwarf manages to sit up a bit and at least let the priest raise a skin to his lips. The small man's eyes meet the half-orc's a moment, then he sips a little. “Aha! Not top shelf, but ale none the less!” He raises the skin in thanks, and then gulps on it heavily. Perhaps this act, in some small way has reinforced that he is no longer dreaming some horrible alternate reality.“I'm here, ain't I,” he states once the brew is close to polished off. “Oh faraus, if this hockja is real then…”He grunts, wiping his lips on a sleeve, and works to try and leverage himself into a standing position.“Haha greeny, you know ya kaggicked when the priest starts asking who the healer is, hahaha.” So at least the dwarf was hearing ok.Moving closer, the stench of ale with notes of rockfungus on his breath, he whispers into the priest’s ear, “tell the lass she can borrow it? Let her nestle me stone in her hand as long as she desire haha. A haughty uurusk ah?”Thankfully, at that point a side effect of the hand-selected ingredients kicks in. The dwarf yawns, and then slumps back against the wall, snoring loudly.</blockquote>