[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Got a light?[/sub][/center]

Zerraf cocked his head at Eleanor ([@Lady Athena]) and raised an eyebrow. He scratched his head with the same, left hand that also held his alcohol so securely. Some of it spilled onto his white hair before he could react and tip it right side up. His speech was slurred at every third word or so, and he leaned a bit to the left. [color=ed1c24]"Eh-yeh. I'm jus'-bein' honest,"[/color] Zerraf mumbled from beneath his mask. He closed an eye and stared fervently into his drink upon the mention of poison. His face bobbed toward Jenso, then back to the bottle, then to Eleanor. There was a moment of pause before he shrugged. [color=ed1c24]"Nah,"[/color] Zerraf said as he took another swig.

Zerraf's foot met the door with agility, but strength pushed back. The force of whatever came out of the door sent the wind mage into the air. Within a second, Zerraf was somersaulting backward and a gust of wind set him down gently near his allies. Alcohol that had escaped the bottle during his flight seemingly funneled back into the glass neck from the sky. They were blocked from dinner and pillow searching until this guy was dealt with.

Zerraf raised his shoulders and exhaled, neck surrendering to gravity. The mage raised the brow of his wide-brim hat and chugged the rest of his ale, leaning slowly backward during the process, until he was practically an arch bridge. Whatever the thing had said, Zerraf had obviously chosen not to listen. Once more he leaned forward after the bottle was empty, returning to his normal slouched position. The glass bottle was dropped. It rolled on the tile floor toward the corner with Alexander's corpse. Zerraf's left arm was as a pendulum as he strutted towards Jenso ([@Jensoman]). You noticed Zerraf's cheeks were more pronounced than before. He raised his hand to his mask, two fingers glued together, coming to and from where his lips might be. A cigarette might be placed in-between those fingers, but Zerraf didn't say anything about it. He just repeated this motion as he walked towards Jenso, occasionally snapping his fingers together, that all-familiar glazed look in his eyes hinting at apathy. Why didn't he say something?