<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br/>When he heard that oh so familiar phrase ‘Maggot will tell ya’ for another time, he felt the need to speak once again. He waited for Storm, Shiloh, Nurthan’s ‘necklace’ and Rhaella to finish before interjecting. “Drink is not Storm’s problem, shutting the fuck up, as you can see, clearly is. She can hold her drink as well as any man and has drunk me under the table, as she gleefully held another goblet of ale whilst I dribbled on the tiles, on more than one occasion.”<br/><br/>He liked Storms suggestion of her playing the drunken soldier and vocalised this. “I have to agree with Storm on this. The drunk in the tavern has worked before.” He smiled at the group and went quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, he looked like he wanted to leave as he started to gather up his things. “I would be happy to get involved in any way that you all see fit, should it be getting drunk or searching the quarter and await instruction from you individually or as a party of heroes. As for meeting up afterwards. Here would be my suggestion, but there are many taverns dotted around the city that stay open much later than this humble place. I can suggest a place if you like? As I am sure Storm could too, as well as a time. The Perfect Princess leaps to mind for one.”<br/><br/>As he said this, he could see that the owner was starting to ‘shut up shop’ so staying here was no longer an option. Besides he did not care for the place so meeting somewhere else made sense to him. Now showing signs that he was getting a little impatient, probably brought on by his hunger for food or adventure, he spoke one last time. “So shall we get the fuck out of here before the owner locks us in?” with that he moved past the group and headed outside onto the street. He started to untie his horse while he waited for the party to join him.<br/>