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It was at that very moment that the door to the Drunken Goose opened and 6 people stumbled out. 1 of them was Eldon Goodwin, a human warlock of noble birth who was currently nursing 9 hells of a hangover and leaning on the shoulder of his personal groomer. The next pair to walk through the door was Eldon's best friend, a human rogue of similarly noble birth named Nodrick Wencel Thyrmeon the Third. Heir to the county of Oakenbridge. Nodrick was being propped up by Eldon's messenger. And finally, a dragonborn fighter of not so noble birth emerged from the tavern using Eldon's backpack bearer as a walking stick. His name Belgrax Yoldos. Eldon and Nodrick had only met him the night prior, during which Eldon stood on a table declared that all drinks would be on him that night. What followed could only be described as the biggest booze up the tavern had ever seen. Then word of Eldon picking up the tab for drinks at the Drunken Goose reached the Frosty Barbarity. This turned the biggest booze up the Drunken Goose had ever seen into the biggest booze up all of Cedarport had ever seen. Over the events of that night, Eldon and Nodrick had come to the conclusion that Belgrax was their kind of drinking buddy even if he wasn't a noble like them. And so the merry trio reveled well into the night until they finally consumed enough alcohol to put 6 tarrasques into 600 comas and subsequently blacked out.

"I don't know about you 2, but I certainly had fun last night" Eldon said to his companions, though more to Nodrick than to Belgrax "If only the rest of the Company had been there. It would have been just like old times!". Eldon suddenly felt like he had forgotten something. After racking his brain for a moment, Eldon remembered something important...then completely forgot about it again as the nearby fight caught his attention. "Hey look! There's a fight going on over there!" Eldon said before pulling out the belt pouch that contained what little he had left over from the booze up "10 gold pieces says the half-elf gets 2 wins in a row!". Before his bet could be answered though, Eldon noticed someone waving at the trio in a very suggestive manner. Someone very big. "Good gods!" Eldon gasped "Is that an ogre?! What's an ogre doing here? Why aren't people fleeing from him in terror or trying to kill him? Why is he waving at us?...And more importantly, why does he look strangely similar to the incredibly large woman we were all trying to woo last night?".