[center][h1][color=007236]Troe Revinah[/color][/h1][/center]

Troe hadn't even noticed Tonka and Aleria leaving, becoming slightly too engrossed in the textbook-like tome he was reading to even see the scene they had made. Ever since that point, it seemed that a few patrons had jokingly began buying him drinks that he subconsciously consumed as they were set where his coffee had been just minutes before. Since that point the joke had turned to fascination, and then a game had begun where each patron would buy Troe a shot and have it set in front of him to see how long it would take him to notice...but he simply didn't.

By the time Mikhail slapped his hand on the table there were at least twenty-three shot glasses neatly piled to Troe's side and everybody in the bar watched in amazement as Troe downed another shot of the bar's hardest whiskey without even flinching or taking his eye off of the book. He turned another page before looking up at Mikhail much to the crowd's dismay as they booed the spearman that had ruined their game. Troe's face held the lightest of blushes, yet his speech wasn't even slightly slurred.

[color=007236]"Oh, they're at the bar....Or they [i]were[/i]. Just a few seconds ago...."[/color] Troe glanced at his book to see that he had already read a third of it. He had most certainly lost track of time. He looked at the pile of glasses that had accrued beside him and simply assumed that somebody had hosted some sort of drinking contest to his side some time ago. 

As he stood he felt ever so slightly unsteady, which he simply chalked up to him sitting down for some time before he unknowingly let out a single hiccup. [color=007236]"Well, I suppose we should get to looking for them then."[/color]

The patrons didn't miss his hiccup though, and quite a few began passing coins around and muttering about Troe not being entirely immune to drinking. Some had seemingly bet on him being some sort of gimmick and that him downing each drink had to have been some sort of trick. The fact that he was showing at least some signs of inebriation, even if it was even less than a light buzz, had rubbed dirt on their theory.