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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wysiwyg" data-source="post: 4932510" data-attributes="member: 16985">It takes many shoves and shakes to stir Kareus back from his drunken stupor, or to even get the slightest recognition that he is in fact still alive. He glazes at a man, who for the life of him he cannot recognise (Wallry), mumbling some incoherent words that pass right through him. Something about making speed to Firina. Who in heaven’s name is Firina? Who the hell cares! My head feels like it’s been stampeded by a herd of elephants.After long minutes Kareus finds himself at Wallry’s kitchen table sipping a hot mug of some foul bitter tisane liquid. “Aargh! Did you have to wash your laundry in this muck!” Wallry’s wife scoldingly forces it down Kareus’ throat until the last drop is finished. At that point Kareus rushes outside and throws up. He eventually makes his way back to the stable to pack his belongings. He thanks Wallry and even his wife before heading back on the road to Firina.OOC: He pays Wallry a silver piece for his share of the calf and the hospitality of the night.</blockquote>