Nodrick rubbed his eyes as they stepped outside into the light. [i]"Yes, a right shame the Company wasn't in full strength. However, we will consider ourselves a vanguard. We will plan an full incursion at a later date."[/i] And after a moment of silence, [i]"much later."[/i]
While Nodrick hadn't been too boisterous last night, he did spot one or two men in Esperglow livery at the back of the establishment. He hoped they weren't too loose lipped and had trundled off to their master to tattle-tale on him. Regardless, what is done is done. He could only hope their newfound popularity outweighed his image with the Esperglows.

As Eldon pointed out the ogre, images from last night came flooding back. [i]"Oh. Eh. Ah! Yes, of course. Belgrax, we found your fiancée!"[/i] Nodrick moved to push Belgrax towards the ogre, but changed his mind at the last second and simply slapped him on the shoulder. [i]"Yesterday a bacchanal, today a wedding. What a wonderful week."[/i]
As the memories came back, he not only remembered a large woman being wooed, but also an obscene game of charades, sixteen different drinking games, three near divorces, one actual divorce, an engagement, the official beginning and end of the siege of the Drunken Goose's privy, the midnight repair of the Drunken Goose's privy, and an hour long search for a lost goat that turned out to never have existed.
As Nodrick pushed himself off of Hermes, he wobbled a bit before regaining his feet. The muscle memory of etiquette training on gait and pose kicked into gear and in sheer moments the stumbling drunk had transformed into an elegant gentleman. Perhaps not yet entirely sober, but a gentleman nonetheless.