Returning to the Inn, Kor smiled and stumbled into his chair behind the bar. Even he couldn't resist the effects of the wine he'd made. He chuckled and shook his head as he laid his head back against the chair. Keria tried to pull him out of it but he was too heavy so she simply sighed and started feeding him steaks and rolls to help nullify the effects. After a few minutes of gorging, Kor was sobered up again. He sighed, feeling a migraine kicking in, and limped up the stairs to his room. He nodded to the Korono and Kilo before opening the door and collapsing on his bed.<br/><br/>Even from the small glass of wine he'd had, Kor could barely breathe. Dragon's blood in its purest form could kill just about anything. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. His head was throbbing and he could hear whispers. Strange smells filled his nose and odd sensations covered his body. he moaned lightly as all of the dragon's past memories filled his head and body.