[b]Drunq[/b]

Drunq stumbled over the flat and yet steep ground before him, a vague memory of bosoms and much drinking rising and falling from his mind as the tide ebbed at the key side.

It was time for work and focus. Something caught Drunq's attention. A strange stone lay upon the floor, shining blue and then yellow in his hand as he picked it up.

To onlookers Drunq was a shambles, he couldn't walk straight for the dwarven blood in him and his eyes were blurred and blinking excitedly. The stone he thought to have picked up was in fact a corn chip like treat that an old lady had thrown down for the birds.

Drunq tossed the stone aside as, with his warrior might, he had crushed it beneath his fingers. The faint smell of corn and lard lingered around him. He walked toward the shop front, nodding to those he passed and granting the occasionally greetings mixed with abrupt hiccuping.