The gryphon dipped his head down and took a tentative lap at the bucket. His new form lacked the variety of tastebuds that humans enjoy, and the drink to him was little different than water; cautiously, he continued. He was interrupted by Morr, and addressed his concerns before getting too terribly drunk.<br/><br/>"I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I respect your wishes above all else; I will sleep in the barracks, if you can find room for me."<br/><br/>He at once returned to his drink, lapping with more vigor but eventually pulling his tongue away and eyeing the bucket with frustration. "Too small..."<br/><br/>Something clicks, and he lowers his entire beak over the bucket, closing it and lodging his curved beaktip firmly into the wood. It then took only a cursory toss of his head back to send the entirety of the bucket's contents sliding down his throat, and spattering to the ground around him. It took a few minutes, but he began to walk somewhat unsteadily towards the keep, much slower than usual, and even then he occasionally puts a leg forward before the other three are ready, making him stumble.