Gorrim sat at the bar finishing his second mug of mead. When he heard heavy foot falls outside the tavern door. Then he heard the door forcefully open, almost tearing it off the hinges. He heard "ahh me brudder" Gorrim turned and grinned, " brudder what took ye so long.

" With a grin he tossed his mead horn at Yor "hear drink the hair of the dog". Gorrim turned back around and waited for Yor to sit down with him. He then heard the door open, he turned to see a elf walk in and laugh and trying to move and hide. He watched as the elf went to the back of the tavern, Gorrim listened as the elf started drinking the stock in the back. 

Gorrim hopped off the stool and landed with a thud. He walked to the backroom, Gorrim stood in the doorway watching the elf drink and fall on the floor talking to himself." when the elf was done yammering about some woman. Gorrim said in a stern voice "oi laddie don't ye go nuts on us before we even start this mission."

"if ye can"t handle yer booze I suggest ye leave the drinkin to the professionals. " He walked back out and sat back on the stool he looked at Yor "damn elves". " How was yer trip into this weird little town?"