Mumbling to herself as you poke her with your sword, very much in a drunk stupor and sleeping it off. Curling up some as your poking continues, and trying to wave it away with a half hearted swing of her hand.<br/><br/>While you are busy interrogating your prisoner, there is a banging on your door. In what sounds like the angry fat landowner, rather concerned over what in the nine hells was that!? Still banging as best as he can, demanding to know if you are dead or not, since if you are, then get the hell out!