[color=steelblue] "Way hay, and up she rises!  Way hay, hyup, she rises!  Way hay, up she rises, early in the morrrning!" [/color] Dalious sang loudly throughout the halls.  He was still quite lost even after already roaming the manor the day before.  The magic throughout everything made his buzz skyrocket even more so.  He was in full black and red armor, though his weapons were sheathed and holstered and his two hands both held a flask of rum to themselves, courtesy of the Lady's cellar.  [color=steelblue] "What would you do with a drunken sailor, what would ye do with a drunken sailor, oh what would you do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning?" [/color] he continued to sing, stumbling by and about and nearly walking into important looking things and statues.  [color=steelblue] "Put 'em in the brig until he's sober, put him in the brig until he's sober, fuckin' puttem' in the brig until he's sober, early in the morrrning...oooh!" [/color]

Dalious slightly paused at what he came across next.  Just beside a staircase, leading both upwards and down, there was a beautiful art picture of a dark design over a pale canvas.  He squinted at it a moment, while simultaneously catching his footing.  It appeared at first to be a random ink blot, and could hold many other interpretations, but his came clear as day a second longer.  He saw himself, though not like he would have liked.  He was lying within a mound of dead people all around him, appearing to be dead himself.  He shook his head and the picture seemed to change, where now he just saw random ink splotches.  He lifted one of the flasks full of rum and looked at it.  [color=steelblue] "...what have you done to me?" [/color]

His interrogation would have to run short, as the world around him seemed to spin a bit further, his drunken level being as high as it was.  It was somewhat of a tradition for him to get obliterated drunk before a battle, and he was not one to mess around with traditions.  So long as his training felt on point, he felt his mind deserved a break.  He stumbled hard over to the start of the staircase, catching a hard shoulder into the wall.  After flinching a bit, he looked up and down, undecided on which way to go.  He blew his long uncombed hair out of his face and decided on going down.

[color=steelblue] "The mother of bad ideas," [/color] he said to himself, speaking of the stairs themselves.  Though he was confident in his drunken ability to handle the task at hand, at least he had hoped so anyway.  He slowly eased down, holstering his booze in the process.  Step by step he went, as the lighting seemed to get darker around him and the steps seemed to get smaller and smaller.  [color=steelblue] "Fookin' hell, shoulda stayed in bed." [/color]  His accent broke into a hiccup, which startled even himself.

He eventually made it to the next hallway, a floor below.  Walking became easier and once again, he appeared to be alone.  While the others in the group were off doing Lady of Demons knows what, he simply propped himself against the wall and started loading the last of his dragongrass into his pipe.  Last time he was this faded, a woman beat him at knife throwing, so he kept a mental note to not go completely overboard.

Once he had finished loading the pipe carved of a dragon, a poor looking one at that as he was not the finest artist at carving wood, he began smoking it, filling the halls with a pleasant smell.  [color=steelblue] "Ah, finest pipe weed in Barcea," [/color] he said, continuing to walk and smoke, simply relaxing and enjoying the oddities of the mansion.  

After exploring the rooms, he found himself in the library.  A massive room filled with shelves of books and beautiful chandeliers beaming off light from the ceiling.  Putting his pipe away in a small pouch at his waist, he scanned a few books until he quickly settled on one: [i]Bestiary of the Open Seas[/i].  He then found a comfortable seat to fall into and started reading, losing himself in the stories within.  For a few moments, then he passed out face first into onto the book.