As Chrrou quickly flees from the table, Geno stares in shock for a moment, then looks around at the others to gauge their reactions.<span style="font-style: italic">Was that...? No, no he's bigger than that. So...</span><br/><br/>He ponders what just happened for a bit then stares into his flask warily.<span style="font-style: italic">They put something into this, didn't they? What was it? I really need some fresh air...</span><br/><br/>The dragonfolk stands up from the table and waves a claw at the others. "Stepping out... Getting air, maybe vomit. I'll return in a... whenever." Geno then seems to rack his brain to check that what he said was correct. After he's sure of himself, he nods and turns to leave. He stumbles about, bumping into a creature or two before finally exiting the tavern.