Darval stepped out of the pub and walked over to the rail of the walkway and said, "No lord Elf it is your weak constitution to strong drink that has you seeing and feeling things that are no there.  Now get back up here and sit by the fire before what's left of your addled head freezes from being in the rain."  Darval turned and went back into the pub muttering, "Fool of an elf... '...it is right here and no where else, it doesn't go anywhere... now we know why Elves drink so little... a few sips and their minds go bye bye."