"I'm bored." Normally, those two words didn't mean much - a petulant cry, a droning inflection. People were always bored; it was a fact of life. Those words should not have been a cause for concern, though of course to anyone who knew Hassan, to hear him say them on what was supposed to be The Greatest Night of his and Stina's life would doubtless have been worrisome.

The young inquisitor stood up abruptly and shouted into the crowd, waving his cup above his head. "This is [i]piss.[/i] Would someone please [color=fff200][i]bring us something better?[/i][/color]" As he spoke, the melodic Word rippled through the room, causing the dancers to pause and the band on stage to skip a beat. "Actually, you know what? [color=fff200][i]Bring [b]everyone[/b] something better.[/i][/color]"

The entire room cheered as the bartender immediately began pouring mug after mug of the finest ale the pub had in stock, the waitstaff doling them out to every nun, soldier and street urchin that raised up their hands. Hassan laughed loudly as he accepted a mug from a comely Varyan girl, winking at Stina as he took a long pull. "Don't worry, I'll pay for it," he chuckled, cutting off what he felt was an inevitable scolding. "Now, I was thinking we dance for a bit, then I find some people willing to beat each other up on the tables for money, and we turn this into a real party. Maybe you can get loaded and crack some heads of your own, yeah? Ragnar does not know what he's missing!"