Rob managed to get the drunkard settled in a chair toward the back of the table. He patted the man's cheeks until the fellow came to and then Rob made sure to get some water down his throat. The man drank the water down, and then promptly dozed off. Well, that was fine. Let the fellow sleep off the ale.<br/><br/>Rob returned to his chair in time to hear the halfling admonishing the barmaid for giving her a title. It seemed as if some flirting was going on. Rob snorted as he waited for his ale. Well, he supposed someone should get lucky.<br/><br/>Much to the distress of his superior, Rob had refused to take a vow of celibacy or chastity. Such vows were not a requirement for his priesthood--although without them, a priest was not likely to advance in the heirarchy. But Rob didn't mind that. He had no patience for the politics of advancement anyway.<br/><br/>He leaned back in his chair and began to relax as the halfling pulled out a flute. He might not meet the partner of his dreams here, but at least he could enjoy the music.