[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None, [I]clearly[/I].
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	The sound of Ludwig incessantly jabbering on was grating on Thalken's last nerve. He turned to fully face the obnoxious German, intending to glare at the man in hopes of silencing him, but even that slight movement made his head spin and his stomach lurch. He staggered forward to keep himself from falling over, causing some of the liquor to slosh out of his cup. It seemed that the negative effects of the alcohol were already kicking in and god awfully fast. So much for liquid courage. It felt more like waking up from a liquid coma. Either this insanely potent stuff or he was just a total lightweight. Or maybe it was just a volatile combination of the two. [color=556B2F]"Goosghm damnitsghes,"[/color] he attempted to curse but it only came out as a slur. He lifted a hand to hold his head but only ended up smacking himself in the face with the wrapped meat. One thing was certain, if his twin sister Thalcona had been here, she would be highly amused by this turn of events.

	The sounds of rope snapping vaguely penetrated his haze but not nearly as much as The Great Bazhooli's shouting did. His head swiveled to face the direction that he [I]thought[/I] Vlad was in. It was really hard to tell at this point because everything just looked like something more akin to abstract art. [color=556B2F]"Whaa--?"[/color] he sputtered as he swayed on his feet. Through squinted eyes, he could barely make out people staring up at something. He cocked his head upwards just in time to see, well sort of see, thick cloth falling down from above. Considering how unsteady he was on his feet as is, there was nothing keeping him upright when the heavy weight of the cloth hit him. The items he was somehow still holding onto in his stupor were wrenched from his grip as he face planted onto the ground. He let out a low groan after the ground seemed to come up fast to smack him hard in the face and the cloth quickly enveloped him in a not so loving embrace.