Evahld finished his swig, giving a refreshed sigh and returning the everfull mug to the bag of holding.

"Well then! These mutant parasaurolophus are not our quarry! Onward, so that we might interrogate this dragon for the location of the asshole wizard who has kidnapped us, and claim its hoard of treasures!"

With long strides, he began the cascade of drinking songs again, a smile on his face. A foe worthy of his power, at last!

"Oh, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?"