Adrian wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, but was aware that Crom had graciously picked him up, and taken him. Had Adrian had the strength, he'd resist this current predicament. Adrian bounced along, and could hear the buzz of people talking, but couldn't make out any of the words. Suddenly, a loud roar, much like that of an angry wolf, pierced Adrian's hearing, sobering him up slightly. The roar sounded as if he came from a large creature, bigger than a normal wolf. "Didja guz hear hat?" Adrian slurred, as he tried to tilt his head and look around, but it was difficult considering his current position. Then, it came. Adrian felt the overwhelming urge build up inside him. Like a arrow being knocked and fired from a bow, it sprang forth like a fountain. A stream of vomit erupted from Adrian's mouth, most of it landing on the ground, but some of it getting on Crom. "I don't lish benen drunk." Adrian managed out, still mind-numbingly drunk.