Arathel nodded to Otis, stepping off a ways while the police were approaching and moving towards the beaten drunk.  He reached down and took the man's hand, bloody as it was by the savage beating but perpetually washed away by the rainstorm.  Lightning struck somewhere close...or did it?  There was a flash of light in any event as he helped the man up to his feet.  "Tell me, friend, what did you learn today?"<br/><br/>The drunk just glanced about in abject puzzlement, having thought for sure he was beaten half to death but now completely fine.  "I, uh...hmmm..."  It took him several moments to figure out what all had happened.  "I think I need to lay off Ol' Pappy's Rotgut."  The blood washed from him in the pouring storm.<br/><br/>"I think that's all anyone here would ask of you."  Arathel gave the man a pat on the back to send him on his way.<br/><br/>A few of the police officers blinked with confusion, then muttered to themselves about how the injuries must not have been that bad after all.  It was hard to get a good look over on wounds in the middle of a rainstorm, after all, and the blood could easily have been tobasco sauce or any number of things.