"I've had my fair share for today," grunted the Elf. He still kept his hood on, hiding his facial features. "A very nice offer, albeit."
He felt he should say something, but that would go against everything he stood for. The mass of flesh in front of him was a slobbering, drunk mess. His bladder and metabolism could only sustain so much; he knew this, yet the man kept drinking. Disgusting.

"I do have an even better offer," Ignaescious chuckled, appearing friendly. "I run a butchers' only a few moments away. You should come by."

He tried to act as courteous and generous as he could, to hide his sinister intention. This babbling wreck would learn what would happen to drunkards in this beautiful, peaceful haven.