[b]Rilr Hearthfire - Lone Wanderer[/b]

"Drink myself to death?" Rilr muttered looking up, his eyes had a slight drowsy look to them, "Don't worry about that kid. I'm a strong drinker; probably two more pints until I'm out of it." He put down his drink and turned to get a better look at the person talking to him. "I'm Rilr, Rilr Hearthfire. If you must know I was exploring a local cave in search of an ancient magical artefact - there was strong magic around that place so it was obviously going to be there. The unfortunate thing? Someone else got there first, all I got from the journey was a note and an ambush. Not even an amulet to sell." He said this all with a tone of uncertainty, as if he hadn't come around to what happened to him. "Anyway, I haven't had a miss like that for months, maybe even a year or two. Someone getting there first took it out of me."

He looked around, he was tipsy, maybe not the best moment of his life - this was worse than his gambling addiction.