Witnessing the long-armed wild man slam back 5 cups of wine had completely swallowed every bit of attention that Dahlia had. The first one was nothing special, just a weirdo taking booze from a table. The second one was suspicious, the third was impressive, the fourth was sad, but the fifth was also impressive. She stared at him in shock, confused on why any human would act like that. But then again, Dahlia was constantly surrounded by prude and chaste nerds, so seeing people leave the house made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She wasn't the greatest moral arbitrator.

The question that Kori had asked had froze Dahlia. At first, she only responded with a puzzled look, but she quickly resigned to nothing more than a shrug. [color=#8fb3bd][b]"Your god should have told you,"[/b][/color] her mouth made an awkward smile, [color=#8fb3bd][b]"well maybe not. Most gods are in it for their own entertainment and would probably think it would be funny if they put you up the creek without a paddle."[/b][/color] Quickly tapping the cover of her book to make a drumming noise, she sang a quick acapella fanfare of 'pa-ra-ra-ta-ta-taaaa~!' [color=#8fb3bd][b]"You're here because you're special! Not in the sense of being unique, though. We're all unique in our own ways, but what's important is that you all have [i]potential[/i]. I'm sure you know the stats, the vast majority of all adventurers never make it past level 1. Through your innate skills, unique styles, and... personalities—let's call it that, you have been selected by Odin, Thoth, and your own god to join a super cool, exclusive cross-familia party of adventurers! It's pretty unprecedented for something like this to happen, though. I'm sure you're wondering the 'why' of this all. To that, I'll have to say that there's an alliance of gods going on right now. It's all some real boring political nonsense, so I'll spare you the details of it all of it. Oh, speaking of god politics—"[/b][/color] 

It was clear that she was just rambling on at this point. Almost as if all of the brain had been drained from the room, not a single person understood what Dahlia was talking about in this moment of time. They were adventurers, damn it! Not philosophers! Without any further warning, Dahlia stopped her rambling. A worried look washed over her face, colour draining as she walked towards Castor. She gently placed her hand on the man's shoulder.

[color=#8fb3bd][b]"You—you had five cups, didn't you? I'm—I'm so sorry. There's nothing we can do. You should spend the next thirty minutes getting everything in order."[/b][/color]