[center][h2][color=FF0000] Fiona Flamebeard: House on Fire [/color][/h2][/center]
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Fiona stroked her beard absentmindedly as she listened to the woman’s reply. She roared with laughter as she heard her reply.[color=fdc68a] "I do not drink. The results would be ruinous here."[/color] Fiona thought that was one of the funniest things she had ever heard. Drinking could certainly lead one down a disastrous path but it was a self-imposed one. Once she managed to contain herself to the odd chuckle or two she finally responded. [color=FF0000]“Drinking can lead to tragic or disastrous consequences anywhere. There are of course locations where drinking would be more ill-advised than in a tavern.” [/color]She grinned and couldn’t contain her amusement. 

Fiona carefully climbed back over the bar. She dropped back to the other side losing her footing. [color=FF0000]“Opps!” [/color]She laughed as she landed on her bottom on the floor instead of her feet. She tilted precariously to one side as she attempted to climb back onto her barstool. She finally made it back onto her stool. She pulled the dusty black bottle towards her. She uncorked the bottle and took a deep swig. She grimaced at the flavor. The strong liquor felt like acid going down her throat.[color=FF0000] Blech! That is horrible! I don’t think I have ever tasted a  libation quite so foul.” [/color] Her tongue felt fuzzy after that drink. She re-corked the bottle with a sigh. 

Fiona found the woman very strange. She had met a lot of interesting people in her travels. This woman was by far one of her strangest encounters. She topped the old man who treated his goats like his grandkids and tried to put clothes on them. The woman was not insulting or annoying, just very odd compared to Fiona’s norm. Fiona turned to regard the woman who was now a bit blurry. She closed one eye as she looked at her to see if that helped. It didn’t really help any. Her stomach began to churn as that last drink hit bottom. She began to look a little green even as she swayed a little more on her stool.[color=fdc68a] "Do you believe being drunk will show you the way home?" [/color]

Fiona shook her head at the stranger’s question. With a soft smile, she replied.[color=FF0000] “No, getting drunk will not show me the way home. Breanne is a goddess of plenty, the goddess of fertility, and the hearth. Alcohol is made from the grains she blesses to grow. Drinking alcohol in celebration is a way to honor my goddess and thank her for her blessings. I am celebrating that I found a tavern. A place to stop and rest before resuming my travels. The tavern has alcohol so I am raising a glass and imbibing for her.”[/color] Fiona shrugged as she really didn’t care if the woman understood or not. She didn’t really understand much about the woman and her people either. She was so tired. She leaned over on to rest her head on her arms on the bar top. [color=FF0000]“I’m so tired. I think I will take a nap.” [/color] She closed her eyes and was soon snoring loudly. Her beard and mustache moved slightly in the breeze caused by her snoring.