[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Alcohol![/sub][/center]

Zerraf shrugged as Eleanor walked away, repocketing his open hand. He trudged slowly behind, feet dragging. Eventually the wind mage joined back with the group as a bottle of ale was placed into his left hand. Zerraf lightly raised the bottle as a toast, and momentarily dropped the bottle before catching it again at its neck, just below the cap. He unscrewed the cap with a powerful flick of his thumb and pointer finger. Finally open, Zerraf took a long swig. He leaned, arcing his back as a bridge and unleashing a gust of sighs. 

[color=f26522]"Um...don't worry, I'm not going to kill you! But we gotta get out of here, we need to defeat Lord Krunk."[/color]

The wind mage spun the bottle so that the ale became a temporary whirlpool before allowing it to settle again. [color=ed1c24]"I might,"[/color] Zerraf chimed in. He didn't break eye contact with the bottle as he took another drink.

Seeing as his pillow wasn't here, door number two seemed the better option. Too much interrogating and talking. Too much time and effort. A sway in his step began to develop as he sauntered towards the nearest door. Zerraf leaned back and then propelled himself forward with one leg, the other rising into the door, just below the handle. Some alcohol spilled onto his left hand and on the floor as he soared.