"Look, I keep telling ya, you've had 'nuff for one night! Go. Home." "Sssscchhaddap, ye misschery sscchnot! [i]Hic![/i] I... I-I tellsscch ya when'sch I've 'ad 'nuff! [i]Hic![/i]" Charming. Apparently, a middle aged man who had inbibed a rather heroic amount of ethanol was now arguing with a proprietor of said bevarage about him being cut off from getting any more for the evening. A sane and sober person would agree with the barkeep that this lout had indeed had enough to drink for the day, but apparently alcohol made one incapable of seeing their own state of being... Or smell your own stink for that matter. With the sun now fully set and the two moons beginning their climb, the sky was dark and only dotted by the small, glistening stars. The only lights in the street came from either windows or doorways where torches or candles were lit inside. Unfortunately, Palisade Town had yet to adopt oil-based street lanterns, which made the town rather gloomy and murky at the later hours of the day. Fortunately, with the torches provided to them, there was enough light to clearly see what was going on around oneself. And, for the time being, they could also see the scene unfold before them. Druid Girl watched as her archer-friend rolled up her sleeves - which didn't have much to be rolled-up in the first place - and then proceed towards the bickering lush. Following her, Big Red tagged along - either out of concern, or because he wanted to introduce the belligerent drunk to his good friend, the paved street. Regardless, given that one was prone to hopping onto the back of charging boars and the other could likely wrestle aforementioned swine to the ground with his bare hands, Druid Girl decided that the possibility of this ending through diplomatic and peaceful negotiations were very, very slim... Not to mention the undesirable's own state of being. Sighing and shaking her head, she followed after her companions. As they approached, both the tavern owner and the drtnkard turned their heads towards the new arrivals. The barkeep let out a relieved sigh as he saw their shields. "Ah, finally. Thank the Goddess you're here. This one just won't take 'no' for an answer." The tavern keeper said in an irritated tone. "Been drinikin' non-stop since supper-time and now look at'im!" "Pssch! An' what'scch wrongssch wif me, eh? [i]Hic![/i] I'sch tellin' ya I'm fi-[i]Hic![/i]-ine! But thissch cheapsschkin won't sscherve me no more! I gotssch the coinssch for it, lo-[i]Hic![/i]-ok!" The drunk protested, producing a small, filthy bag from his coat'¨s pcokets and jingling it about - the rattling of a few, lonely coins could barely be heard. "Sschee? I'm all goodssch, but he'ssch not givin' me no [i]Hic![/i] no [i]Hic![/i] no moressch!" "Jeez, look at ya! Can barely stand or speak, and you're complainin' about not gettin' more drink? Oi, guards, why don't ya haul this one off so he can sleep it off, yeah?" The establishment's owner stated, forehead resting in the palm of his hand as he shook it in profound exhaustion at the antics of the lush. Hoping to avoid Big Red or Steppe Archer performing a neck-swing on the poor, inebriated fellow, Druid Girl popped out from behind her lizard meat-shield and spoke softly and gently, but clear and loud enough to be heard. "Sir, why don't you just head home and rest for the night? The tavern'll be open tomorrow as well. You can just come back an-" "HOOoOOoOOoOOOooOoly sschaladassch!! You've gotssch ssschome huuuuuge knockersssch there, girl!" ... ... ... ... ... What just happened? "And yer lil' foreign friendssch lookin' fresscch 'n perky too! [i]Hic![/i] How'ssch [i]Hic![/i] How'ssch 'bout we go tumblin'n the hayssch, eh? [i]Hic![/i]" The polite gentleman requested. At this comment, the tavern keeper's jaw had somehow become slack and his eyes were comedically minimized as he stared at the oafish buffoon before him. Druid Girl's jaw wasn't slack, but her eyes were similarily de-scaled, blinking in confusion and agast surprise at the sheer outrageousness of this filth and his audacious cheek.