<strong>DM: The hit towards the dwarf does, indeed, miss.  :) </strong><br/><br/>Just as the dwarf misses the tortle due to his lack of coordination, so results Moss's own attack being side stepped by the dwarf's inebriated stagger just as the young lady approaches, Gunter's eyes turning to her in slight confusion.  He raises a finger to try and tell her to stay out of it, but as soon as she says he could loss his ability to drink here, that seems to shut the drunk dwarf right up.  He glares at her a little in defeat, mumbling before walking away, still a bit of a stagger to his heavy steps.<br/><br/>With a sigh and wiping the sweat from her brow, an overworked Brunhilda approaches the two as Gunter staggers out of the bar towards his day job, clearly planning on working drunk.  The way that no one seems to question this or tries to stop him suggests that this is the norm and Gunter may be a bit of a town drunk.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't think that damn drunkard could have done any real damage given his state, but thank you anyway dearie," The red haired dwarf smiles at Rowan before turning to Tortle.  "You alright then?"  She asks Moss.  "Can I get you something for your troubles?  I usually try to keep him to one drink in the morning, but he's taking to fooling my new barmaid Helga into giving him seconds," Brunhilda sighed, shaking her head.