"Right! Good! That's the spirit!" Horngan laughed and clapped his hands onto the table with a hearty thud and a loud<em>FUCK YER MOTHER!</em>, because even though the booze makes you forget your missing fingers, it doesn't dull the pain when you smack the stumps on a table! "Augh, ugh, Moradin's big ringing anvil, that... Oof..." he grabbed the edge of the table with his good hand to steady himself. "...Pollergize fer my language" he mumbled after a moment and took a big breath.<br/><br/>Now feeling ever-so-marginally more sober, he nods. "Well, I'd come wid' ye, cept I ain't real steady on my feet, clear in my eye, or climbingable with my hand, y'unnerstand. Heh. Buildin' you'll be lookin for is Belhaur's Fine Fish, by the Blushin' Mermaid. Y'know where that is, right?"<br/><br/>if they do, great. If not, Horngann gives them very understandable directions... to the Blushing Mermaid.