{{Rather than using fortitude saves or such, I'm going to leave inebriation mostly up to the player's discretion. Give your character a reasonable penalty to checks based on the amount consumed and their tolerance.}}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;Inn&gt;&gt;</span><br/>Jess's expression has changed; she is no longer grinning. Maybe its the drink, or the nostalgic memories of her youth, but her tough-pred act is noticably softened.<br/>"Nah, I don't want to eat you. You're sweet."<br/>From his size and race, she had assumed upon meeting Geno that he was a brute and a sadist. But up close, listening to his kind voice...he doesn't act like most dragonfolk she's met.<br/>"On second thought...you're not like him at all. You remind me more...of Puime..."<br/><br/>[Knowledge(nobility) DC 15: The gold dragonfolk Puime is one of the beloved champion-oligarchs of Talloak. She is famous for her skills as both a warrior and a healer.]<br/><br/><br/>The tiefling criminals react stiffly to the paladin's name.<br/>Soma frowns into her lifted stein.<br/>Yuki swirls the dregs of her wine, holding her tongue.<br/><br/><br/><br/>An imp delivers Mindy a glass of house wine and relieves her of three gold pieces.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;stables&gt;&gt;</span><br/>*rustling noises*<br/>"...yip!"<br/>A squalid-looking reptilian face with stub-horns emerges cautiously from the pile, wide eyes shifting between the two predators. Still half-buried in hay, he draws his weapon for protection.<br/>And hesitates. Stealth has failed and his route of exit is blocked...he is stumped for a next move. There's no way he's going to hold off an eight foot kitsune and a dire wolf with just a straight-razor...<br/>He curses himself for wandering too far from the others and getting caught without backup.