Rob placed his fingers against the collapsed man's throat. His pulse was strong and steady. Good. The eejit was just drunk; his heart hadn't failed him.<br/><br/>He grinned at the halfling; she had guessed as much. "You're right, Ma'am," he said. "One too many indeed." He heard what she said afterward to the barmaid, though. Was she just joking, or was she actually a thief? Not that he would end up a mark--he had nothing worse stealing.<br/><br/>He turned back to the drunkard. "Come on, friend," he said, putting his arm around him and hoisting him up, "we can't have you lying here."