Nameless felt his eyes widen in horror as he finally understood WHY all the stamping he and the other peaceful advocates had not had a real effect, and he whimpered in pain as the effect hit him. He gave the man a glare of pure hatred and contempt, before standing up, and tossing the coinage on the table, his expression flat but his eyes BURNED with a hatred that would do a demon credit. "My apologies, sir, for wasting your time."<br/><br/>He stalked to the exit, fully expecting a beam to the back as he left the tavern, returning to the guildhall without bothering to double about, some part of the suggestion sticking, or perhaps he was too enraged to stay outside any longer than necessary. He stalked into the guild, pausing long enough outside the tavern to gather himself, and headed to his room, pausing only long enough to get a tray with three pitchers of ale. He knew he wasn't going to want to be sober, and was going to do his level best to make damn sure he was dead drunk.<br/><br/>(Will = d20+6 (25))