Almyra looked the male Elf up and down, smiling to herself - she'd never received a 'pep-talk' before, and was trying not to laugh. "I dunno about this feelin' bad lark, but I know what can be is a pint of some ale I can stand a spoon up in bein' 'ere in me 'and" she held up her right hand as if it was already grasping the aforementioned pint. "Well come on then, let's quit gabbin' and get goin'!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>